–Livana–
I could sense Tyrona's envious glare as we dined in the five-star restaurant—one owned by Damien himself. Despite the upscale venue, we were dressed in casual attire. No expensive suits or elaborate dresses. Tyrona looked perfectly matched with the elegance of the place, but we strolled in as if we owned it—like we were just at home.
Damon had moved his chair so close to mine that his arm now wrapped protectively around me, shielding me from Alejandro's intrusive gaze.
Alyssa was grinning, holding up her phone and snapping photos of us.
"Remove your sunglasses," she said. I complied. Damon reached over to gently fix my hair and dab my lipstick before pulling me into a half-embrace, his arm firmly circling my waist.
"Perfect!" Alyssa giggled.
"I should look good in that," I murmured.
"You are," she affirmed.
I turned my head slightly toward my husband.
"Darling, can you scoot your chair back where it belongs?"
