Sean rubbed his face while occasionally sipping from the hot cup of coffee while watching Damian, who kept asking the salesgirls to get a suitable dress for Quinn.
Sean should have been glad that Damian had volunteered to take his spot to accompany her and pick out a party dress for her, but why was it that deep down, there was a sense of annoyance that he couldn't express when he saw the two of them laughing and glancing together in familiarity.
"Come on, Sean, think straight," Sean rubbed his hair roughly. He was trying to take his eyes off Quinn.
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"Bring out all the best party dresses you have!" Damian shrieked, giving orders to the salesgirls.
"Hey, you, lady, get her the right heels."
"I want my sister to be the prettiest girl at the party, do you understand?" he said with a
