In a daze, she saw a man's face. He wasn't as handsome as Damian Xavier, but he looked refined.
The man's voice spoke again, this time closer to her ear. "You desperately want to marry Damian Xavier, don't you?"
At the mention of Damian Xavier's name, Mya Walsh grew agitated.
"I do! I want to marry Damian! I want to be with him! I want to be the Young Madam of the Xavier Family!" Unsure if it was the alcohol or the years of pent-up frustration, Mya Walsh seemed to forget herself, blurting out her heart's truest desire.
Her words clearly pleased the man beside her. He quietly refilled her glass and said slowly, "If you want to marry Damian Xavier, you'll have to try harder. Otherwise, the title of Mrs. Xavier will remain someone else's."
That "someone else" was, of course, Aria Sterling. Even drunk, Mya Walsh hadn't forgotten that fact. Her expression instantly twisted into a snarl.
