CHAPTER 102

It's been two weeks. Damian sat at the dining table with Melissa. His face was nonchalant as he listened to Melissa talking all through.

At some point, a genuine smile crept on his lips and his eyes blinked at Melissa whose cheeks flushed as she locked gaze with Damian.

Melissa took a spoonful of fried rice into her. Mouth, “Cutie-pie," she called, chewing the food gently.

Damian stared at her with a raised brow uttering no words, his hand grabbing the apple juice in the tumbler glass.

“When are we going to get my wedding dress?" She cut the steak with her cutler, which made some noise as the cutler ground against the platter.

“Tomorrow," Damian drank gently from his tumbler, his gaze never leaving Melissa. Melissa bounced in her seat, her cheek dimple with a smile immediately she heard Damian's words.

She sprung to her feet, throwing her hands over above her head with her cutleries in her hand, “This is good news!" She danced. She stood moving her hips from side to side as Dami