✴ Scarlett ✴
“This is it,” I said to Oliver as I pulled up into Damien’s driveway. I spotted two other vehicles as well as Damien’s car, but I knew who had been invited. The soft glow of Damien’s house lit up the snow-dusted street as Oliver and I got out of the car. I couldn’t help but admire how beautiful the house looked. Inviting, warm, and entirely reflective of Damien. Tonight, we were celebrating his new home, and I was determined to set aside my lingering doubts and enjoy the evening.
“This looks fancy,” Oliver said, as he nudged me with his elbow as we walked toward the front door. “Do you think he will have caviar?” I rolled my eyes at my brother as I knocked on the door.
“It’s a dinner party, not a royal banquet. Behave yourself, Oliver,” I chided, but before he could respond
