"Huh?" Damian, the tallest of the three, with rectangular-shaped glasses perched above the bridge of his nose, blinked his green eyes. "What do you mean?"
"Are you dumb?" Lyndon furrowed his brows. "Show me how you'll greet the guests. You three are the youngest here, so you have the simplest job."
"Oh."
Lyndon pointed at Kaelis, a black-haired boy, probably twenty-six. "You first."
Kaelis nodded and stepped forward.
He cleared his throat before bowing heavily. "Hello, welcome to the—"
"Kaelis, why are you bowing like your waist broke midway? Are they the alpha?"
The black-haired rose back and shook his head. "No, I just—"
"Damian!"
Damian stepped forward and adjusted his glasses, before proceeding to bow just slightly.
"Nice," Lyndon commented. "Go on."
"Hello, welcome to the Alpha's mansion, the society gala is held this way, and—"
"Why the fuck are you frowning?" Lyndon asked, cutting him off. "Don't you know how to smile, huh?"
