chapter 12

Lorenzo stops the car outside the mansion.

I throw him a small smile when he holds the door for me.

I feel a little embarrassed when I see Damien standing at the door.

He's so casually dressed when I'm the complete opposite. These stupid silver heels are too high. This red dress is a little too tight. I don't know how Lana convinced me into wearing such uncomfortable clothes for a casual meeting. I wish I was as simply dressed as Damien. Even in simple sweatpants and a white t-shirt, he's hotter than me.

His dark eyes scan me from head to toe, an impressed look on his face.

"What?" I say when the silence gets weird.

"Nothing." He smiles. "You look nice."

Nice?

I didn't put so much effort into the outfit just for him to say I look nice. For some reason, I feel a little offended with a little mix of disappointment. Nice is such a flat word.

I follow Damien when he walks into the house and leads me to his home office.

It's a massive room with white walls and tonnes of old books stack