Louis Trottier's POV,Anne-Marie…five years have passed, yet she looked exactly the same, composed, radiant and beautiful.And beside her, my stepbrother, Éric Cerf who kept hovering around her. He didn't look at me once. Not when I entered, not when our father greeted me, not even when our eyes nearly met during the introductions. He kept his attention on her, his hand resting on her back. The gesture made my blood boil. I took a slow breath and told myself to stay calm. To be the man they can’t rattle with but that didn't help.The servers came with a tray of wine glasses and I took two glasses, gulping them down in a swift movement , hoping it could make me forget about them but it's no luck. I wanted to take a step towards them, because the silence and their drama was already killing me but before I could do that, a gentle hand caught my arm.“Louis,” Isla murmured, her voice low but firm.She looked really stunning tonight , silver gown, hair swept up like a halo and her eyes, tho
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