Thorne’s POV
The grand hall buzzed with music as I stood at the entrance watching as the guests milled around with champagne flutes. Despite my brows that tugged in a frown, I gesticulated for my brother, Enzo to come towards me.
Enzo leaned in, his lips quirking in a smirk. “Are you that impatient for Celeste because I am sure you called me to ask about her whereabouts” He glanced up at me and when he did, his eyes locked onto eyes that blazed with fury.
The smirk on his face disappeared while he straightened, his expression shifting into a serious one. “Okay, what is the issue?”
“Did you make sure that the fur coat was delivered to Freya? The snow has been relentless this evening and considering her condition…” I paused when I saw the way Enzo squinted his eyes at me suspiciously.
