Chapter 80

By now, everyone in the audience was moving about casually, absorbed in their own conversations. No one would pay attention to them, and for the first time, Sloane felt completely at ease. Caleb’s eyes sparkled with admiration. “Aunt Lyra, you’re so beautiful!” Fortunately, she had come, otherwise, Caleb would have had to pick the Joker costume. Damon’s mind snapped back into focus, his expression composed as ever, though deep beneath his calm, anger simmered. “Where did you get this dress?” he asked slowly, his gaze narrowing. He had only looked away for a moment, yet everything had spun out of control. That salesgirl, she had been walking toward Sloane just now, and Lyra… she must have grabbed the clothes then. He clenched his fists. Once, he might have thought two women vying for his attention was flattering. Today, all he felt was fury, and even a twinge of resentment toward Lyra stirred in his chest. Lyra, noticing his stormy expression, grinned mischievously. “The waiter gave it