Dinners at the Golden Draconian Palace were always of the finest taste and quality, and this occasion was no exception. Each course was a complement to the last. On the other hand, the company and environment had never been the best, and this time was no exception.
In the dining room, you could only hear the sound of cutlery on the plates. No one was talking and there was written all over their faces that they weren't going to. Drake understood the two women's disposition wasn't the best after the sad story he had told them shortly before. But Terix and Typhoon Draconian seemed even more thoughtful than they usually were. It was as if a funeral was approaching and not a wedding.
Drake poured himself a glass of red wine and then stood up, holding it out. "I would like to make a toast if I may." He looked around the table at the group. Besides himself, there was Hope and his father and the couple, Ayala and Terix, on the other side of the table.
