"Mr. Wilde is here!"
Mr. Wilde was probably Damian.
I was curious about what he looked like, so I glanced back.
A couple was walking along the bridge. The man was tall, wearing sunglasses and a slicked-back hairstyle. He was dressed in a white suit with blue embroidery.
The woman beside him seemed older, dressed in a revealing outfit. Her lips were painted a greasy bright red, which made her seem off-putting. However, judging by the way people were staring at her, she was popular with men.
As soon as she appeared, everyone's attention shifted to her. They eyed her with eager looks, as if they had been watching her for a while.
Yet, they greeted Damian first.
"Mr. Wilde is here!"
"Hello, Mr. Wilde!"
"Mr. Wilde, you look great today!"
Damian raised his hand and said coldly, "Enough. We're all old friends here. There's no need for pleasantries. Have a seat, everyone. Before the meal starts, I need to say something. My mom isn't feeling well today. No one's allowed to pour her any alcohol."
I widened my eyes in shock. It seemed that the woman beside him wasn't his girlfriend, but his mother.
They looked only a few years apart, so she was likely his stepmother.
Though Damian called her "mom", there was no maternal bond between them once they sat down. Their closeness was so casual it could have easily been mistaken for a couple, not a mother and son. Their relationship seemed complicated.
I turned away, but when I looked back, I saw Tiffany staring at me.
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