"Yvaine, you are not welcome here. Get out!" Mara shouted, glaring at me.
"I believe the one who should leave is you."
A deep, commanding voice rang out from the doorway.
Everyone turned quickly to look outside. Standing right before them, in person, was Hayden Reed, the same man they had seen in photos and videos, along with a little girl beside him.
Hayden's expression was stern, his brows drawn tightly together. He carried himself with a sharp, distinguished air, and the small child holding his hand was even more lovely than she appeared in any recording.
The entire group froze in shock.
As Hayden stepped further into the room and caught sight of the damaged painting, his cold, sharp eyes darkened noticeably.
Mara spoke up nervously from the side, her voice trembling. "I am sorr
