Astrid's POV
I slipped into the dress, applying a layer of lip gloss on my lips, puckering it up. I let my hair loose, braiding several strands of my hair above my ears, connecting them at the back of my head. I checked myself at the mirror of my dressing table. Neat and chic, I thought.
I tried to call Damien again, but strangely his mobile was switched off. What the fuck? Did he just call me to stand up to me? This is a low blow, even for a fucking CEO like him!. And that got me mad really quick. Why did the hell call me for dinner when he had no intention of fulfilling the end of his bargain?
I did not see my grandfather or Enlil who was watching me with amusement from the corner of the kitchen. I was too engrossed in texting Damien, venting my frustration on the phone when I bumped into a solid wall of muscles? Strong hands held my waist steady, preventing me from falling unceremoniously on my butt.