The kitchen staff had prepared a massive feast for dinner. There were plates of roasted duck, bowls of hot, steaming soup, fresh vegetables, and soft bread.
Duke Carson sat comfortably at the very head of the table. Damon sat on his right side, and Camilla beside him.
To the old Duke, looking from the outside, they looked like a perfectly happy, beautiful young family.
But underneath the polite smiles and the soft candlelight, Damon and Camilla were absolutely at each other's throats.
Camilla picked up her fork. She stabbed a piece of roasted duck with a little bit too much force. She needed to punish him for depriving her of her Maldives experience, twice. She turned her head and smiled the sweetest, most innocent smile at her husband.
"Grandfather," Camilla spoke softly, keeping her eyes locked onto Damon. "You have absolutely no idea how incredibly hard my husband works. He is so dedicated to his duties."
