Grey cleared his throat. "G-good. Good job on the makeup artist and the dress Ocean chose. Ocean, send the makeup artist later, my father will be here soon."
"Yes, Sir."
Ocean immediately delivered the makeup artists that Grey had paid to do Athena's makeup. Athena herself looked at Grey confused. "Ocean chose the dress? But, Ocean said you picked out the dress."
"Damn, Ocean," Grey was annoyed inwardly. Grey was really at a loss for what to answer. "I-I..."
"Sir."
Grey was relieved when someone came and it was Ocean. "You? Why are you here? Didn't I ask you to escort them?"
"I asked for something else, sir. I came back because Mr. Wilson is here."
"He's here?" asked Athena and Ocean nodded. Instantly, worry appeared on Athena's face.
Athena was surprised when Grey suddenly took her hand. "What are you doing?" asked Athena. Athena wanted to let go of their hands, but Grey tightened his grip.
