"Son, you're drooling."
Father's voice snapped me out of my trance as I shook my head, an awry smile on my face.
"How many times now?"
"Heh! That'll be the twelfth time in the past ten minutes. You haven't been able to keep your head straight." Malachi laughed.
"Well, can you blame me? When they all look like… that?" I pointed downward, to the ceremonial hall below where the figures of Clarissa, Aunt V, Elira, and even Sana could be seen dancing along with Mother and the women who had escorted them on their shopping spree.
After the women and Lucien crashed through our meeting earlier, we had left to prepare for the celebration being held. Well, me and the guys had, for the women were already ready—and did they mean it.
I hadn't been able to keep my gaze steady since they showed up.
