"What do you mean twenty?" After dinner, Damian dragged me to his room. It seemed like he wanted to do that since earlier, but he couldn't interrupt his mom and aunts constantly bombarding me with questions.
I didn't know what his problem was with my age, but I couldn't focus on his questions because my eyes were wandering around, examining his room. I also looked at the pictures displayed in his room. Damian's mom said he left the Vladimir mansion when he was only nineteen to live on his own. That's when he started building a business far from the Vladimir family's business. All the pictures in the room were of young and handsome teenage Damian. I mean, he's still very handsome now, but it's a blessing to see his younger pictures. His mom kept his room clean just in case he came home for
