|Draven's POV|
I exhale sharply, dragging a hand through my hair as I turn back to face my family. "I'm worried because you all are meddling," I state, leveling them with a glare. "You invited Casmira here without telling me, knowing damn well that I hadn't told her who I am yet."
My mother, ever so elegant, merely raises a perfectly arched brow. "And whose fault is that, Draven?" She sips her wine with practiced grace, the very image of calm, while my father chuckles beside her.
"Exactly," Elias pipes up, leaning back in his chair with a s**t-eating grin. "You've been sneaking around like some lovesick fool, playing the role of an assistant when you could've just been yourself. If anything, we did you a favor."
I narrow my eyes at him. "A favor?" I repeat incredulously. "Do you even
