Meanwhile, at the far end of the banquet hall, another kind of drama was quietly brewing.
"I didn't know it was your brother's wedding," Huo Yan said, her tone light and teasing as she looked up at Song Yun.
Song Yun chuckled, raising his champagne glass to his lips. "I didn't think it mattered. Honestly, I didn't even want to come. Damien dragged me here."
He gestured lazily toward the stoic man standing a few feet away, arms folded behind his back.
Huo Yan followed his gaze and blinked. "Does he ever smile?"
Song Yun laughed softly. "Not that I've seen. I'm starting to think he was born frowning."
"Poor thing," she murmured, her lips curling into a grin.
Song Yun leaned a little closer. "Let's forget about him and talk about something more interesting — you."
Her eyes flicked back to him, amusement flashing in them. "Flattery already?"
He tilted his head, studying her hands and frowned immediately. "You shouldn't be holding that."
