NICHOLAS’S POV

Who the hell had the guts to ruin this perfect moment, gosh. I muttered under my breath.

The knock came again, right as I was about to check who it was, and Ava was still in the study.

“Sir, Madam Racheal asked me to give this to you.”

My stepmother had sent one of her aides to deliver the family dinner invitation.

The maid bowed slightly and handed me a cream coloured envelope stamped with the Williams crest, the kind of letter that looked fancy but always carried ...