DAMIAN
The door opened, I looked up, and there she was… Tiffany, my chest tightened. She wasn’t wearing the sapphire mask this time, there was nowhere for either of us to hide. Her eyes met mine for a second, neither of us spoke, then she looked away.
Awkward.
That was the word for it. The woman who had once danced with me beneath a mask now seemed unsure where to put her hands. My grandfather smiled.
“Tiffany.” He called out to her
“Richard.” Then she looked at me. “Damian.”
I nodded. “Tiffany.”
Richard gestured toward the chairs. “Sit.”
We did, so I studied her, she looked nervous, but determined.
“So,” I said. “You wanted to meet me.”
“Yes.”
“To decide whether you can marry me.”
Her lips pressed together. “To decide whether I can live with you for two years.”
I almost smil
