Celine pursed her lips together. He was right, she hadn’t worn anything other than a white dress shirt and slacks for quite some time now. But she was starting to regret changing into something more comfortable than the black dress she had worn earlier. However, she wasn’t about to admit that to Damian.

“Yeah, um, it’s new.” She lied.

“It feels nice.”

Damian watched silently as the two continued to bicker before he noticed Stephanie glance over at him for a moment.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, narrowing the gap between him and her. She quickly averted her eyes, continuing to look down at her plate, obviously trying to hide...