Anthony didn't move to start eating immediately; instead, he waited for the family to begin before lifting his own cutlery.
"So… Anthony, mind telling us about yourself?" Amara asked, her gaze lifting from her plate to settle firmly on him.
Anthony could feel the curiosity in her golden eyes, a subtle intensity that made it difficult to look away. For a moment, his mind went blank, as if everything he might have said had evaporated.
Of course, things came to mind, he could declare himself a "genius, billionaire, best boyfriend, philanthropist," but saying such words before Vega's mother and father would be nothing short of foolish.
Besides, everyone at this table already embodied those very qualities. Compared to them, boasting about such things would only make him appear insignificant.
