Celeste was there that day too.
This was within Sam's expectations, but from the moment he walked in until he sat at the dining table, Celeste's captivating eyes never left him.
It made Sam's skin crawl.
It felt like he was an undercover agent attending a mob boss's gathering, and the biggest boss was already suspicious of him.
"Happy New Year, Godmother."
Sam smiled casually as he sat down.
Celeste smiled back at him. "It's not New Year yet."
Sam laughed.
"I have plans with Angel tonight, so I might not have time to wish you a Happy New Year later. I thought I'd say it now."
Celeste glanced at her daughter, who showed no expression but was clearly dressed up, then smiled at Sam.
"As expected of Sam, always so attentive to the little details. No wonder Angel likes you so much."
Angel squinted and looked up. "I just think he has an interesting face."
Celeste couldn't help but laugh.
