I gulped loudly as all eyes at the table turned towards us. I tightened my fists under the table, my knees buckling. Damien touched my knees gently, and I stared at him. He gave me a pointed look and I nodded.
We were prepared for this.
Damien knew it was only a matter of time before someone started asking questions. So, he'd prepared a document filled with information to corroborate our fake love story.
"I'm sorry, was that a difficult question?" Lindsay asked with a smirk.
I shot her a glare and she smiled.
I grabbed my knife and cut out a little piece of celery, imagining it was Lindsay's neck.
"Damien and I met in Paris, eight months ago on a business trip," I started.
"Eight months ago?!" Drake hissed. I turned to look at him.
"This…" he flicked his finger to Damon and to me. "Has been happening for eight months?!"
I glanced at Mr. Brown. He was the one who needed convincing. I couldn't care less about the others.
