Damon's POV
The heavy oak door slammed shut behind us, but it wasn't thick enough to muffle the last of Father's shouting.
"No manners. No breeding." I straightened my cuffs, smile thin and mocking. "He really has a flair for theatrics when his matchmaking falls apart."
It had taken twenty years of courtroom polish to talk him down. He was livid because Darius and I had made it obvious we wanted nothing to do with Rebecca, his hand picked guest, leaving Damian, the brother who'd been counting seconds until escape, to drive her home like a gentleman.
I'd nearly soothed him. Before I left, I pressed one last button.
"It's a pity," I said, with just enough sincerity to sting. "If Catherine had been here, Darius and I would've known better than to leave Rebecca stranded."
His shoulders w
