He was standing by the door dressed in a tuxedo that screamed money and power. His hair was gelled back and his brown eyes sparkled with something she couldn't put a finger on.

Céline used that moment to make her presence known. "Hey!" She whispered walking to him.

Both her aunt and Damien gawked at her. Céline looked beautiful. Beautiful did not even give a full description of her she looked. She was astonishing in the dress. It looked like it was made specially for her. The ...