I quickly tried to regain my composure by clearing my throat as I watched Odessa walking toward me.
She had a nervous look on her face as she held onto the sides of the ruby-red gown that once belonged to my mother.
The ruby necklace I gave her on our rushed wedding was still on her neck, causing a slight smirk to curl up the corner of my lips for a brief second.
'Oh, la, la. Someone's clearly smitten.' Damon used the opportunity to tease me just then, causing me to mentally roll my eyes.
'Shut it, runt. She's beautiful and it's not wrong if my mind registers that.' I responded to him plainly but soon realized my mistake.
He could easily use those words against me.
'Wait, what I mean is–'
'Oh, don't worry. I get it.' Damon remarked with a mischievous tone, making it clear that he didn't, in fact, get it. 'Regardless of what you call it, you can't deny the fact that you'll most definitely be taking that gown off her tonight.'
