Evening soon arrived and both Damian and Vanessa found themselves waiting inside the Copper Hound, something that never occurred in their past meetings with Lillian.
She was usually the one waiting excitedly on them, to share any new ideas she had come up with.
How the tables have turned...
But it didn’t matter, they only needed her for her use again, so waiting a few hours meant nothing.
"Where the hell is she?" well, maybe it did mean something, especially to Vanessa.
"Calm down," Damian muttered, though his own knee bounced restlessly under the table.
He swirled the glass of whiskey in his hand, his eyes moving to the entrance every few seconds.
Vanessa scoffed, folding her arms. "She’s late on purpose. She was always desperate for our approval, but now she thinks she can keep us waiting?"
"It’s fine," Damian said, still keeping his calm facade, "besides, it’s not even eight yet."
Vanessa let out a small huff but said nothing else as they waited for Lillian to arrive. Eight came and went but there was still no sign of Lillian.
By eight-fifteen, Vanessa was practically vibrating with irritation. Her manicured nails drummed against the table, creating a sound that seemed to irritate Damian judging by the twitch of his brows.
"She’s doing this on purpose," Vanessa muttered under her breath, "maybe as a revenge for the past."
Damian didn’t answer, though the way he downed the rest of his whiskey said enough.
At eight-twenty, Vanessa’s patience finally snapped. She pushed her chair back slightly, as if ready to storm out. "If she doesn’t show in the next five minutes, I’m—"
That’s when the door opened.
Both Damian and Vanessa instinctively turned, the words dying in their throats.
In walked Lillian, completely different from what the two remembered. Yes they had gotten her picture from Dmitri and they had also seen her during the live stream of Sentinel’s launch but seeing her walk towards them really let the reality sink in.
This wasn’t the Lillian they once knew.
She was dressed in a midnight black dress, one that fell just past her knees with a slit on the side that revealed enough to draw the eye without being gaudy.
Even Damian couldn’t help but gawk, only to have his toes stepped on by a massively displeased Vanessa.
He turned to her and was faced with a frown before they both turned back to Lillian who was taking her time as she walked towards them.
Behind Lillian came a lady the two didn’t recognize, but by her proximity, it seems they came together.
The lady was equally beautiful and modestly dressed as it the spotlight was only meant to focus on Lillian.
Her looks weren’t the only thing different about her, even the looks in her green eyes had completely changed.
The naiveness that had once been there was now completely gone, replaced by coldness.
If she wasn’t wearing a face they could recognize, they’d have doubted that this really was Lillian.
Vanessa was the first to recover, her lips curving into a smile so quick and wide it almost looked painful.
She stood, brushing invisible dust from her dress before spreading her arms like she was welcoming back a long-lost sister.
"Lillian!" she exclaimed, voice syrupy sweet. "Oh my God, it’s been ages! Look at you—you’ve... wow, you’ve really blossomed."
Lillian stopped at the table, her expression perfectly unreadable as she ignored Vanessa’s widely open arms. Her gaze moved from Vanessa’s too-bright smile to Damian’s guarded stare, then back again.
Finally, she pulled the chair out and slowly sat down.
"Vanessa," she said flatly, giving no hint of warmth in return. "Damian."
The lady she had arrived with, Aria, took a seat beside her not even bothering with an introduction before she signalled for the waiter.
Vanessa frowned at how she was ignored but quickly masked it and sat beside Damian who responded first.
"You really have changed, Lilly." Damian said, a certain glint passing through his eyes, a glint Vanessa didn’t like, not one bit.
"The same couldn’t be said for you two," Lillian responded with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.


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