He sat across from you, sipping on a cooldrink and scrolling through his emails. You had tried to engage in conversation with the man to be your husband to no avail. Met with only one word answers you had given up. Offhandedly, you muttered if his father would appreciate a little dance with all your friends after the ceremony. Damien had looked up then, peering at you from over his shades. "No. He would not," he said and went back to scrolling through his phone.