Damon finished looking through his phone with a smile still on his face.
Being the talk on everyone's lips, even if some of the talk was negative, felt strange and fulfilling at the same time.
His name was out there, and that alone was something he couldn't help but be proud of.
He stood up, realizing that his current clothes were worn out from all the traveling.
Quickly, he changed into a fresh set, savoring the comfort of clean fabric.
As he glanced into the wardrobe, he saw the clothes he went with to the show were here, Victor must've already arranged to have his clothes from The Supreme Fighter house brought back here.
"Damon," Aoife called out from the kitchen.
Damon got out of bed. He got up and walked towards the kitchen
When he entered the kitchen, he paused for a moment, surprised to see his mom dressed in formal clothes.
