DAMON'S POV
I stormed into Sophia’s room, fully expecting to unleash my annoyance. “Isn’t she ready yet?” I barked, my voice sharp. But the sight that greeted me froze my tongue.
She stood there, radiant. Her dress hugged her figure in a way that was elegant, yet captivating. Her hair framed her face perfectly, and her eyes held a spark of nervousness that only added to her allure.
For the first time in my 33 years on earth, I was utterly speechless. My irritation evaporated like steam on glass, and it was replaced by something. Something I couldn’t quite place.
I cleared my throat, trying to compose myself. ‘Get a grip, Damon. She’s just another woman.’
The voice of one of the three maids in her room broke through my thoughts. “Sir, we’re so sorry for the delay. She’s ready for th
