#Chapter85 To remember

Theodore The crowd buzzed with restrained laughter, the tension shifting into something more bearable. Seraphine said absolutely nothing, but she didn’t need to. Owen’s smirk was gone and his jaw tightened slightly. “Your hospitality is as generous as ever, Alpha Dorian,” he said smoothly. The crowd rippled with uneasy whispers. Violet told me that there were few among the noble class who hated Owen as much as I did—and he did. He might even hate him more than I did. His voice carried an air of a razor wrapped in silk. “Give us a moment, we’ll make accommodations,” Dorian said, motioning toward one of the attendants. “Ensure that seats are prepared for our unexpected guests in center, hm?” His smile didn’t reach his eyes as he turned back to Owen and his party. “It’s only fitting that everyone enjoys the evening.” Owen’s wife, practically glowing with excitement, clapped her hands together. “Oh, how wonderful! I’ve heard so much about noble events—they’re always so re