When the sun fell, the time for the Phoenix-Talon joint gala descended with it.
Ambrose was in his room, adjusting his bow tie in front of the full-length mirror. The event would be held in a hall downtown Aurelia City, popular for flashy events like this.
It would however be the first of such events Ambrose ever attended both in his past life and this. Sure, as Benji Foster he had a few instances where he got close to the high society of Chicago.
But attending an internationally recognised gala with some of the most powerful people in the country attending? That was an entirely different level.
"Daddy?" Orion's knock cut his thoughts short, forcing him to snap his head to the bedroom door. "Papa is here."
"Little urchin," Ambrose grunted, dropping his hands. "What did I tell you about calling Devon that?"
When he got to the door and opened it, the little boy stood there with an awkward smile, blinking at him with those big golden eyes.
