Damien swirled the glass, his gaze following the liquid's motion.
Emma had always disliked this pre-drinking ritual, failing to understand its purpose, perhaps a pastime of the elite. Yet, from Damien, the action seemed exceptionally graceful.
"Drink?" Damien tapped his glass against Emma's, the clink of the glasses producing a beautiful sound.
Emma took a sip and her face immediately contorted. She disliked the taste of alcohol, especially now, more than ever.
Damien Sterling glanced at Emma Hart's distressed expression. "Is it that unpleasant? You should know, that single sip could support an average family for a month."
Incredulous, Emma couldn't help but think if Damien was simply burning money for amusement.
Knowing how many families struggle for a meal, the extravagant and wasteful lifestyle of someone like Damien was unimaginable to her.
