Victoria

Gavriel's POV

Damn Jonathan.  

He had been grating on my nerves since I'd seen him that night. I schooled my face into a blank slate. The man had a blabber mouth. He liked to talk. I doubt he would notice anything as long as I engaged him in a conversation.  

"Oh you're here Gavriel," 

"I am," I said, walking towards him briskly so Camille could have a minute to adjust her dress. "Is that a new shirt?" 

That had to be the dumbest way to start a conversation.  

Thankfully, Jonathan liked to talk about himself and it worked.  

"You noticed! I got it from one of your fashion companies," he grinned. 

That was a lie. I would know the products from my companies if I was blindfolded. I held my tongue though, pretending to be interested in how his wife had p