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“I’m sorry my generosity and good nature upset you. That wasn’t my intention. I’m sorry for wanting to share something I loved doing with my husband, even if this marriage is fake.”
“I already apologized for that. What else do you want me to do?”
“Nothing.” I looked away.
“May I cut in?” Theodore walked over.
“Of course.” Damien nodded.
“I’ve been watching you two, and there seems to be some tension floating in the air,” Theodore said.
“Tension?” I laughed. “Why would you think that?”
“Because I saw it on your faces. You two looked like you were arguing.”
“Oh my gosh, no. We weren’t arguing. We were talking about baby names. Damien likes some really odd names.”
He chuckled. “My wife and I had many disagreements on names for the children when she was pregnant. Damien won’t win. I hope he knows that.” He smiled.
“He does. Trust me.” I grinned.
After our dance ended, Damien walked over and gripped my hand, leading me across the room to meet some of his investors. My feet were killing me and I couldn’t wait to get these damn heels off.
We left the gala when Theodore and Charlie did. Sliding into the back of the sedan, I immediately removed my shoes.
“Thank God.” My feet felt free.
“What did Theodore say to you while you were dancing together?” Damien asked.
“He noticed some tension between us and asked me about it.”
“Great.” He sighed, shaking his head.
“Don’t worry. I told him there wasn’t any tension, and you were throwing out odd baby names.”
“He was satisfied with that answer?” he asked.
“Yes. He laughed and said he and Lucy disagreed about baby names when she was pregnant. I like the name Daisy for a girl.”
“You’re not pregnant. Why are you telling me which name you like?”
“They remind me of my grandmother’s garden. They were her favorite flowers and the only flowers she thought worth growing. One day, I asked why she loved them so much. She looked at me and said, ‘Daisies are special, my dear. They represent innocence, purity, and new beginnings. They close at night and open with the morning sun, reminding us that each day is a fresh start. She told me they’re honest flowers and don’t pretend to be something they’re not. She called them uncomplicated.”
“I didn’t know daisies were your favorite.”
“Why would you?” I smiled. “I’m sure you think my liking daisies is nuts, too.”
“Willa, come on. Just stop. I didn’t mean to call you that. I was upset. How many times do I have to tell you that?”
“You’re right, Damien. I won’t bring it up again.” I rolled my eyes and stared out the window.
“How about we go back to my place tonight?”
Was he serious? Did he really think I would sleep with him after everything?
“How about we don’t. I just want to go home.”
“Whatever, Willa.”