I made my way to our table but when I arrived there was a person sitting on the seat next to me.
A person who didn’t belong there.
I hesitated for a moment but then I straightened up and kept walking towards our table. It was like Celia said, I wouldn’t run from my problems any longer.
When he saw me coming he looked up and for a second he froze.
“You look beautiful.”, he said, and my hair started to flutter a little, but I ignored it.
“Damien. What are you doing here?”, I asked and crossed my arms after I had put down the drinks on the table.
He shrugged, then he grinned.
“I am sitting here.”, he answered, and I wanted to slap him. How could he just stand here and act like nothing happened?
“No, you don’t. Not unless your name is Arthur McKagen.”, I said dryly, and he smirked a little.
“This is my nameplate. I sit here.”, he repeated, and I peaked at the nameplate in front of him. He was right. That was definitely his name. I put my hands on my hips.
“You changed the nameplates?”, I asked in disbelief and snorted when he just shrugged.
“I am sure Arthur doesn’t mind.”
“Well, but I mind. Because he was my seatmate and I would really love to meet him.”, I said stubbornly but he just chuckled. His laugh made me furious.
It was like he wasn’t even taking me seriously.
“He is pretty boring, old and senile. And he needs hearing aid, but he won’t admit it so it’s hard to have a serious conversation with him, or any conversation at all.”, he took a sip of his drink.
I didn’t know what it was, but it was a golden-brown liquid.
Maybe whiskey or scotch. Whatever it was, I hoped he would choke on it but unfortunately he didn’t.
I gritted my teeth.
“I don’t care. I am sure he is really nice, and I would rather sit next anyone besides you.”
For the first time his smile faded.
“I know you are mad, but I need to talk to you and-”
He didn’t get a chance to tell me what else it was that he wanted because the rest of the Black family returned to the table with full plates in their hands.
“Damien, what are you doing here, sweetheart? I thought you were sitting with Talia?”, Mrs Black asked and Damien’s gaze darkened a little but then he smiled again.
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