Third Person POV
Lucian strode towards the refreshment table, a spring in his step. He wanted to rush back to Rosalie, who was waiting for him to return with a drink for her. The crowd parted for him, allowing him easy access, but no sooner did he grab himself and Rosalie a drink, after having spoken to several other vampire acquaintances, than he found himself being called over to his mother who was frantically gesturing him over.
He gave a long-suffering sigh. He walked calmly over to her, his father joining his mother and placing his arm around her waist.
“Yes mother?” he said evenly, fighting back his impatience.
His mother’s eyes were dancing. “Why Lucian, is there something that you want to tell us?” she asked, with a curious expression on her face.
He frowned at her, wonder
