I was finishing the wings on Parker’s dragon when I felt the entire energy of the ballroom shift toward the front doors. Every conversation stopped as the guests turned to see that Xavier Thorne had finally arrived.
Xavier did not just walk into the room because he was the kind of man who commanded attention without ever having to say a single word. He wore a charcoal suit and looked around the hall with the calm confidence of someone who had nothing left to prove.
Jeffrey practically sprinted across the floor to greet him and told him what an incredible honor it was to have him at the wedding. Xavier shook his hand politely but his eyes were already scanning the room as if he were looking for someone specific.
“We have a seat for you at the head table next to the primary investors,” Jeffrey said while grinning like he had just won a prize. Xavier replied that he would actually prefer a much quieter spot where he could relax.