Dorian
“Serafina!”
I turned.
And there they were.
Richard, accompanied by my Disney prince ex-fiancé.
Leo.
They were coming toward me like they rehearsed it — two versions of the same mistake, dressed in tailored suits and that smug confidence men wore when they thought you owed them something.
My pulse didn’t spike. My hands didn’t shake.
I just… locked it all down.
Posture straight. Shoulders square. Chin lifted.
Like I wasn’t two seconds away from blacking out.
Richard reached me first.
He didn’t hug or smile.
He did what he always did — stepped too close and spoke like proximity was power.
“You’ve made quite the splash,” he said.
“Didn’t realize I needed permission to exist, Father.”
“Not… permission,” he said smoothly. “But discretion. This family has standards.”
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