The moment Grayson saw the envelope, his stomach turned.
Roman Blackwood.
He didn’t even need to open it. The handwriting alone made his jaw clench. Smooth, deliberate, confident—like the bastard himself.
He ripped it open anyway.
“You are cordially invited to an important announcement at the Blackwood Estate, this Saturday evening.”
No signature. No details. Just that.
Grayson’s laugh came out dark and sharp. “An announcement,” he muttered. “What are you playing at, Roman?”
He walked straight to his mother’s sitting room, the letter crushed in his hand.
She looked up from her cup of tea, eyes narrowing at his expression. “What is it?”
He threw the envelope onto the table. “From Roman.”
Her fingers trembled slightly as she picked it up. “An announcement?” she read aloud, frowning
