Cedric emerged from the crowd like a shadow that had been waiting for the right moment. The man was clearly smiling. But in his eyes, there was nothing but a cold gaze as he stared at Damian and Fiona.
"If I may remind you," he said in a calm but clear voice. "Isn't Prince Cecilion more suitable to dance with me? I say that because we had a good time at the Blaine Palace before."
All heads except Robert's turned to him after Cedric announced their closeness. Damian, with a frown on his forehead, while Fiona had a worried expression on her face. Cecilia saw it all, then turned to look at Cedric, who had come only to make the atmosphere worse.
Feeling noticed, Cedric looked back directly at Cecilia. His gaze was not aggressive—but it also could not be defined as just a casual gaze. There was a kind of claim in it, a kind of obligation for Cecilia to accept his offer.
