"H… huh?" The Clan Head stared at the scene before him as if reality itself had betrayed him.
He refused… absolutely refused to believe what he was seeing.
And judging by the looks on Sybil's sisters' faces, and even their husbands', that disbelief was shared across the entire table.
The maids were frozen, the butler was trembling, and even the decorative paintings on the wall seemed offended by the sight.
Sybil… the hot-headed, loud-mouthed, a walking disaster of curses and unfiltered thoughts… was sitting next to a man like a shy maiden in love.
She was submissive, cute and flushed like she'd swallowed her own dignity.
The Clan Head rubbed his eyes.
Her sisters exchanged looks that clearly screamed what the fuck is going on.
