The invitation had arrived that morning, sealed in gold, signed by the elite.
An exclusive masked party.
Damien wasn’t in the mood for it, But business was business, and he never turned down an opportunity to expand his empire.
Savanna was over the moon, already calling designers, demanding gowns, perfumes, and jewelry for the night. But he told her he wasn’t taking her along which caused a huge argument between them. Meanwhile, Lucas had thrown one of his usual tantrums, crying for new toys.
Damien sighed and bought him everything he pointed at, just to keep him quiet.
When night came, Damien buttoned his black suit and adjusted his cufflinks. He walked to the nanny’s room.
“Keep an eye on him,” Damien said, his voice firm. “If anything happens, call me immediately.”
“Yes, sir,” sh
