Vivienne was the first to speak again.
"Damien…" Her voice was softer now, searching. "Why? Did something happen?"
Her concern was immediate, genuine. Her delicate brows furrowed slightly as she leaned in, looking for answers. "Did she do something?"
Damien almost laughed.
Of course, his mother would think that.
It was an easy assumption. One that, if he played into it, would immediately shift the power in his favor.
Because if he wanted to, he could tell them everything.
He could reveal how Celia had come to him at the club earlier today. How she had slapped him in front of everyone, her voice dripping with barely restrained contempt.
And if he did?
Vivienne would not take it well.
She would do something.
Damien wasn't sure what exactly—perhaps confront Celia herself, or worse, make a scene with the Everwyn family.
His mother wasn't a cruel woman, but she was fiercely protective.
And Celia?
