Nora's POV
The party was a success. For me though as Damon had something else to say. I didn't get called out as being an imposter and that was success enough for me.
If only Damon agreed the party was a success as I did.
"What a waste of my time." Damon groaned for the fifth time that night during our drive home.
"It will be better next time." I said, trying to assure him and hoped that he would stop talking.
He hadn't stopped lamenting and filling my ears with woes. I was tired but didn't know how to tell him not to stop complaining as I didn't want to set him off.
"I don't have a party planned for the next two weeks." He scowled. "When is the next time going to be?" He asked, freezing me with a glare.
I went mute, my mind going blank at the intensity of his anger. I shrugged
