"Sorry I'm late."

It was a mistake because she wore a thin dress and didn't bring a jacket. The cold wind hit her body hard as she walked towards the dinner venue. Three men turned to look at her at the same time. One of them smiled softly and patted the empty seat next to him.

"We meet again, Angel."

“Sebastian? Wow, I didn’t expect to see you here.”

“Sebastian is my nephew,” Michael interrupted with pride.

“Oh, good evening, Mr. Michael. Sorry I'm late."

"Never mind. Xander has ...