Serena gestured for Veronica to take a seat. “I’m glad you could come on such short notice, my dear.”
Veronica settled into the plush chair across from Serena, her posture perfect and her smile unwavering. “Of course, Mrs. Blackwood. I’m always at your service.”
Serena’s eyes gleamed with approval. This was the kind of girl her son should be with—poised, elegant, and from a good family. Not some gold-digging upstart like Elara.
“I’m sure you’ve heard about Damian’s... recent recklessness,” Serena began, her voice laced with disdain.
Veronica’s smile faltered slightly. “Yes, I’ve heard rumors, and I have met the same girl, but I was just wondering, is their marriage real?”
Serena waved her hand dismissively. “A momentary lapse in judgment, I assure you. That’s why I’ve called you here.
