JADE POV
The silence that followed Xavier’s question was heavy enough to choke on. Dozens of eyes shifted nervously around the room. Even the music had stopped playing.
Lyra halted her step as she hesitantly turned towards where Xavier stood.
“I’m here to see Kila.” Lyra said, her voice trembling but resolute.
“And who gave you the permission to do that?” Carlo’s voice sounded out from behind Xavier. His tone was harsh, unlike the warmth it carried minutes ago.
“I don't need permission to see her if I want. She's my daughter!” Lyra’s voice came out firmer, sounding more determined.
Immediately the word daughter spilled out of Lyra’s mouth, the guests turned to one another in hushed whispers.
“Isn’t she the one Carlo cut ties with two years ago?” one guest murmured to the lady besid
