Trish’s POV:
After that spectacle, the rest of the night moved quite slowly. People broke off into smaller groups to discuss, and the paparazzi were everywhere, taking photos with those blinding camera flashes of theirs.
From where I was standing at the corner of the hall, I could see Robert discussing with some powerful businessmen, his two sons at his side. Declan looked like he wanted to impress everybody, while still maintaining that arrogance of his.
Everything we shared might’ve been fake, to a point, but I knew Declan like the back of my hand. I could see him struggling to contain his outrage. The way his eyes so often moved to his brother was proof enough that he was angry, and he was trying hard, maybe a little too hard, to show everybody that he was unaffected by his father’
