He sighed and looked at Ana hesitatingly “It’s complicated.”
Ana was glaring at me and was ready to object, but Damon’s warning glare was enough to shut her mouth.
“Complicated?” I scoffed.
“She nearly clawed my face off, then, on cue, collapsed into tears like you’d promised her a ring if she nailed her performance. Actually, she just informed me this entire spectacle was your idea of a proposal. If that’s your definition of complicated..... well then one of you is delusional.”
A flicker of irritation crossed his features, but he masked it quickly with that same devil-may-care smirk.
"A proposal." He laughed and, pointing towards her he said.
"We don't have that kind of relation, baby girl. She’s… someone my family’s close to. Our fathers are friends. She’s not what you think.”
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