Sage POV
"Just because you buy me nice things, doesn't mean I forgive you for getting married" the woman pouted, "I need to know that you still care about me."
"Of course I do" Damien's voice was indignant before the waiter smoothly interrupted them.
"Sir, Madam, what would you like to order?" he asked politely.
"Just a garden salad and water, I have to watch my figure," the woman said hastily.
"Very good and for you sir?"
"The salmon and Mediterranean pasta," Damien said, "with a glass of your best chardonnay."
"Of course, we shan't be long" the waiter advised, and smoothly sailed off, allowing Damien and the blonde woman to resume their conversation.
I glanced at Chase, whose lips had flattened as he c****d his head and listened intently to his Uncle speak to his mistress.
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