Damian's POV
Damian watched as crowds stepped into the heavily and beautifully decorated room. It was the annual Blackwood Industries Charity Gala, the event of the season, where cameras never blinked and reputations were made or destroyed in a single evening.
He adjusted his cufflinks as he stood near the entrance, his posture effortlessly commanding. His presence alone had turned more heads than the crystal sculptures lining the room. People greeted him, smiled at him, tried to draw him into conversations about business and politics, but his answers were short and polite. He wasn’t here for the spectacle. He was here to fulfill a duty and nothing more.
He had told Evelyn that he had to attend this event. She had smiled, and told him to go, even teased him to try and “at least look li
