At that thought, Blaze actually let out a quiet laugh.
How ridiculous.
He looked like some jealous woman pouting over her lover's attention—except the rival in this case… was another woman.
"You're agreeing, then? I'll send you the address," Ivanka said, completely misreading his silence and that faint chuckle as acceptance. "If you've got time to spare, take Blair around America for a bit. No need to rush home."
"Wait, Mom—"
But before he could explain, the line went dead.
Blaze sighed, rubbing his temple.
The mention of New Year's had always been a headache for him.
Cecilia never got along with his family. In the past, she would show up for a brief dinner with her father on New Year's Eve, only to disappear to the Diego family's estate the next day. His mother hadn't liked her at first—the uninvited bride who'd walked into their world—but over time, even Ivanka had softened and learned to accept her.
And now… three years had gone by.
Three long years.
