“Don’t tease him, Preston. We’re in no rush.”
Preston shrugged. “Whatever. At least you got rid of that charity case. Wonder what happened to her. Probably got even fatter somewhere, living off your settlement.”
An unexpected spike of irritation shot through Damian. He opened his mouth to say something sharp, but he never got the chance.
A hush fell over the ballroom. The low hum of conversation died as every head turned towards the grand entrance.
The great oak doors swung open.
