As they walked in elegantly, Damien felt both the ladies tighten their grip on his arms. The one in red with the scorn of enduring a night among power-hungry nobles and the other with quiet nervousness.
"Easy now, ladies," Damien said with a playful grin, "If you crush my arms before the night even begins, how am I supposed to sweep all the lovely dancers off their feet."
Hearing him, Cece rolled her eyes and Evelyn became self-conscious, loosened her grip and looked up to him apologetically.
Damien scanned the room with his sharp eyes and said, "Why don't we go and get us some drinks."
"Yes please, I need it." Cece murmured under her breath. Right then, a server appeared with a tray of wine glasses and offered it to them. Damien took two glasses, handing one to Cece and one to Eve, before picking one up for himself.
