chapter 8

We're going to have run ma'am" Elvis said as they came out from the airport

"And why is that" grace asked

"Fans” elvis said “lots of them”

"Seriously Elvis" she stared at her assistant, who she felt like strangling at the moment.

"I'm sorry ma'am " her steps quicken as the car came to view a huge fan mob had gathered outside, her footsteps quicken as she got into the car

"I'm going to kiil you one day elvis" grace said once they had gotten into the car

"Im sorry….” He shut up as grace gave him a deadly glare

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"Which do you think looks better " Nora asked an absent minded damian

"Nora it doesn't matter what you wear" he said still staring at his phone

Nora was irritated and annoyed but she smiled and walked towards him

"You've been a little off babe is everything alright" she said her hands caressing his chest.

He pulled her closer,

his kiss rough, almost impatient.

Their movements were intense, but his mind wasn’t there.

Even in that moment… he wasn’t thinking of her.

She was not Clarice, never will be.

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Nora linked her hand with Damian's as they stood In front of the camera she smiled brightly like everything was ok.

But Damian knew deep down that it wasn't their relationship, if you could still call it that was nothing.

She was with him for his money and he beacuse of she was a good fuck.

She could never own his heart, only Clarice could.

“Mr. Rodriguez when is the wedding”

A reporter asked but he ignored her he unlink his hands and walked away

“Very soon” Nora answered before posing one more time then headed inside

“Damian darling what happened “ nora asked

“Don't try to act like my wife nora” he said

“Damian dont be rude ok, and Nora is your wife” his mum said in her voice leaving no room for arguments.

The hall buzzed with quiet excitement

Crystal chandeliers shone overhead casting a soft ambience across the elegantly dressed guest laughter and clinking of glasses, low conversations filled the air Damian sat beside Nora his expression unreadable, his fingers tapped on the table, distracted

For some reason he felt restless

Nora's hand held his but he pulled away giving her a cold glare.

"Ladies and gentlemen" the host voice echoed through the hall "thank you for joining us tonight

"And now..... The moment you've all been waiting for "

The air was full of anticipation.

"Please welcome.... Chef G"

The lights dimmed

A soft spotlight appeared at center stage

A platform slowly rose from beneath

Damian's grip on his glass tightened

The

His eyes narrowed slightly as a figure arrived on stage

And then....

Grace stepped into the light

Elegant

Composed

Untouchable

The entire room erupted into applauds

But damian didn't hear any of it

His world had gone silent

Empty

Void. Of everything going on around

Except for

Her

"Clarice" her name slipped from his lips before he could stop

Beside him—

Nora's fingers trembled slightly

Her face paled

"No....." She whispered "No no no"

Her chair screeched loudly as she stood up

All eyes turned to her

"Its not her " Nora said quickly her breathing ragged "it can't be”