“And this is Dad,” he said, dropping the formality. “You can call him Raif.”
“Pleasure, my dear,” said his dad warmly.
The way his mom glanced awkwardly at the tall brunette beside her made me believe she hoped for a match between them.
Still, I gave them my brightest smile.
Introductions continued with Henry’s father leading the way with their other friends.
The conversation weaved around current affairs and other subjects. Including attending theusualevents like the Met Gala.
I did my best to pretend I belonged.
The stunning brunette offered me her hand to shake. “Chantelle Addison.”
“A pleasure,” I said, wary of the coldness she emanated. “I’m Lotte.”
Her false eyelashes exaggerated her discreet contempt. I could see why Henry needed a wing woman.
I felt a tap on my shoulder.
I turned to see Cameron behind me.
“Hey,” he said.
I felt a rush of relief. Cameron’s presence always warmed my heart.
“Is Mia here?” I asked.
“She’ll be arriving soon. We live fifteen minutes away.”
I took a few steps back from the group. “Do you disapprove?”
“Of what?” He led me over to a drinks table, out of everyone’s earshot.
“Of me being here.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” he said. “You’re too good for my brother. Speaking of Satan, I need to get a message to him.”
“Sounds ominous.”
“You really did hit it off with each other,” said Cameron, amused.
“I like him.”
Inwardly I was cringing that Cameron might have heard I’d invited his brother to Imperial. I should have given the consequences more thought.
“You were wonderful on Saturday.” Cameron exuded gratitude. “Thank you for staying with him during his episode at Shutters.”
“He did great. Anyway, he’s fun to be around.”
“Don’t get too comfortable.” Cameron let out an exasperated sigh. “He can be unpredictable.”
“Does he ever talk to you about the past?”
Cameron lowered his voice. “He has a therapist.”
“You?”