Michael's POV
The dinner stretched endlessly before me, filled with carefully selected guests that included business associates, long-standing allies, and several close companions Thor had insisted on hosting.
This gathering was meant to be an intimate affair, serving as preparation for the extravagant birthday weekend he had orchestrated.
Yet Thor refused to quiet down.
He dominated the conversation completely, sharing stories, savoring his wine, and producing laughter loud enough to shake the entire room.
His enthusiasm for the upcoming festivities radiated from every gesture. I had to admit, the man thrived when all attention centered on him.
My gaze swept across the assembled company.
Lisha occupied the chair directly opposite mine, dressed in something crimson and form-fitting, already acting as though she commanded the room.
Reagan positioned himself next to her, his expression tense, feigning interest in his father's endless commentary.
