GABRIELLE’S POV
I opened the door to ask her more questions but saw the man from earlier standing in front of the men’s room. He was adjusting his suit and when he looked up, his face was red and swollen.
I gasped and walked up to him. “What happened to you?”
He didn’t even spare me a glance. He just walked away. I followed him, still trying to find out what happened, but he just walked out of the building.
My eyes met Damon’s in the crowd having a conversation with a middle-aged woman. I approached them.
“Hi, I’d like to borrow my husband for a few minutes,” I said with a smile.
She nodded. “Oh, you must be Gabrielle. He was just telling me about you.”
My smile was fading at the edges. “Oh, really? I’m surprised he has anything to tell you as he rarely speaks to me.”
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