[Damien's POV]
I was invited but showing up at such events ain't my thing.
A place where the elites mock with their body language and even if we all wear a mask of pretence, it can still be felt.
Only the less privileged and upcoming elites of the associations will fall for their tricks.
No one in that class wishes anyone well. That's why I'm standing here, staring at her shop, in a hoodie just not to be recognized and crowned by fans.
Being discovered as an alpha in this lowly park will spark interests, controversies and I don't want to steal the spotlights on the news media.
However, I came late because it's closed. It's locked before time and I guess something urgent came up.
Turning to leave, I suddenly felt a whoosh sound, more like an object was thrown at me.
Not me... it's the shop! An object just smashed the glass wall.
I widened my eyes with disbelief and shoved my gaze to the perpetrator only to find angry mobs in front of me.
