Rhys
Tonight was the dinner party my grandfather had organized for Elian and me.
The team's jet had landed in the morning, and I had spent all evening getting prepared and hatching plans with Kayden so the night would go smoothly with no problems.
I heaved a deep sigh as the limousine sent by my grandfather pulled up at the entrance of his estate, and I stepped out alone.
I was dressed in a tailored charcoal three-piece suit with a deep burgundy tie, the same shade as Kayden's tuxedo. But he wasn't here, at least not yet.
The fabric on me felt too stiff tonight, like armor I didn't want to wear.
Entering the estate felt like hell already as my hands were shaking. It always did whenever I came back here. An old habit, born from years of walking these halls with my father's voice ringing in my ears and my grandfather's cold stare following every mistake I made on the ice or off it.
I clenched my fists once, then twice, trying to control the tremor before anyone could notice.
