"I see."
The sounds of cutlery hitting the plates resumed and I glanced at Damien. He winked at me and I turned to my plate, hiding my smile.
"Damien," Mr. Brown called.
"You're going to be at Drake's wedding, aren't you? You are brothers after all."
I grabbed Damien's hand quickly, before he blurted something ridiculous like 'step brother' and gave him a pointed look.
He flashed a smile, all teeth and turned to Mr. Brown.
"Yes, father," he said through gritted teeth.
"Speaking of weddings…" Mr. Brown turned to me.
"Have you picked a date?" he asked.
I shook my head. "Not yet."
"Good. You know what you have to do before you get married to a Brown, don't you?"
"I'm not sure," I flashed a helpless look at Damien.
"Dad, we talked about this," he hissed.
The veins on his neck bulged as he glared at his dad. I paused, wondering what it was that made him look so tense.
"I don't think Damien has fully explained to you what it means to bear the Brown name," Mr. Brown said.
