On the day my studio officially opened, Mr. Thornton sent a floral basket, the Medical Director came in person to offer congratulations, and many people from the industry showed up.
Amidst the lively atmosphere, I spotted two uninvited guests. Damian and Bianca were standing at the doorway, not coming in. Bianca looked displeased; she tugged on Damian's arm, seemingly saying something. Damian, however, shook her off and walked straight in.
The guests fell silent, their gazes shifting back and forth between us. Damian walked up to me, holding a small gift box.
"Congratulations. Congratulations on the opening."
I didn't take it. "Thanks, I appreciate the thought."
Damian's hand froze in mid-air. He looked around the room at the hall full of guests and the notable figures in the industry
