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Cecil came down to join me on the carpet as I picked my phone out of my purse to check the cause of the vibration. It was a message from both Victor and Damon. Damon was asking me to hurry up because he wanted to get the speech over with and have a fun night, and Victor was telling me I looked gorgeous, probably killing any men who saw me on my way here.

I tried to fight the smile and blush as I looked up to the rooftop. The fairy lights strung across the edges of the building illuminated their faces as they were both on the rooftop, holding a glass of wine each and staring down at the people

I avoided looking at Victor because I know I might just burst into a blushing mess, so I just gave Damon a curt nod and turned to Cecil.

”Who's making you blush?” Cecil teased, peering over my shoulder.

“No one,” I quickly replied, slipping my phone back into my purse.

“Lover, huh?” She smirked. “You should have seen your face.”

I nudged her playfully. “Damon is about to have a meltdown. We'll be