Her name was Veronica, and she made it abundantly clear within the very first minute of their introduction that she wanted Damien, and cared very little about who happened to be watching when she made that fact obvious.
She cornered him at the next event they attended together, a fundraiser for a children's hospital wing, laughing far too loudly at everything he said, her manicured hand resting possessively against his forearm like it already belonged there.
"Damien, you remember me," she said, entirely ignoring Silveria's presence beside him. "We met at the Whitmore gala last year. I never forgot you."
"I remember," Damien said, his voice flat and carefully neutral, though he didn't pull his arm away quite fast enough for Silveria's comfort.
