Dominick's POV
"What's going on here?" My dad's voice cut through the room, his gaze shifting between me and Elle. "When did you even come?"
"An hour or so ago," I replied, trying to keep my tone neutral. "I actually came here to see Damian."
"Really?" My dad frowned. "Now why would you want to see Damian? You both don't even get along."
"Now now, hun, calm down," Elle interjected, walking up to him and wrapping her arms around his neck. "We were just talking, nothing more."
I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. If only he knew all the things she was plotting. If I told him, he probably wouldn't believe it. But one thing was certain, he was insecure whenever I was around her, and he knew it was mostly Elle's fault.
"Don't worry, dad," I nodded thoughtfully. "Very soon, you'll know the reason I came here to see Damian. Say hi to Elta," I said as I walked past them.
