Chapter 85 Celine Comes For Damien

• Damien’s pov
• The soft hum of classical music greeted me as I entered the grand hall, my polished shoes clicking against the marble floor. The lightning decorations above bathed the environment in a warm golden glow, casting delicate patterns on the grounds. Guests were scattered throughout, sipping on champagne and mingling in groups. Everyone was dressed to impress, as they always were at these events.
• I adjusted the hem of his tailored caftan with matching pants against my skin. I scanned the room, my sharp gaze catching familiar faces. The room buzzed with excitement and curiosity—my invitation had been vague, after all. I had called it a “special celebration” without revealing the true purpose of the night. That, of course, was deliberate. Let them speculate.