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“You’re home. Dinner’s ready, come sit. Let’s eat first.”
She tried to guide him toward the table.
Edouard and Reginald were already seated, hands folded, pretending nothing was wrong.
Declan and I stayed where we were.
Sebastian stopped in front of the cake.
He stared at it, motionless.
Then his gaze swept across the room before landing on me.
His eyes didn’t warm. They stayed fixed, unreadable, cold.
My chest tightened.
He got to me before I could speak.
Sebastian grabbed my arm, yanked me behind him, then flipped the entire table with one hand.
The crash thundered through the dining room.
Plates shattered, cutlery clattered, wine glasses burst.
The cake landed face-down on the floor, half-covered by the tablecloth, mashed flat under its own weight.
Someone screamed-Gwendolyn, I think.
A maid shouted something.
The others shouted too.
Reginald caught a flying fork to the shoulder.
Edouard took a ceramic plate to the chest.
Glass nicked Reginald’s hand-a thin red line down the knuckle.
He bolted over to Edouard and caught his chair before it tipped.
Chairs scraped, servants rushed forward.
Someone started shouting for heart pills.
The whole place fell apart in under ten seconds.
Even Declan got hit in the face with a spoon.
Only I came out untouched.
Sebastian had dragged me clear before he lost it.
He turned to me.
“Why the hell are you here?”
My mouth opened, but nothing came out.
His face was inches from mine, eyes locked, fists still clenched.
Gwendolyn stepped in before I could find words.
“I invited her. I thought we could have dinner like normal people for once. Is that a fucking crime?”
He turned on her.
“Do you even remember what today is?”
She blinked, thrown.
“It’s your birthday. We’re family, Sebastian. What’s wrong with sitting down to eat like one? I haven’t seen Eleanor since Edouard’s birthday party. Can’t I try to reconnect?”
Sebastian yanked his tie loose and muttered something under his breath. Then, louder: “Must be nice living this comfortably. You’ve got so much time on your hands, you’re picking fights just to feel something.”
Gwendolyn’s voice jumped in.
“There’s no need for that tone-“
While they kept snapping at each other, Declan slipped up next to me and leaned in.
“She tricked you into coming, didn’t she?”
I nodded.
He gave a low whistle.
“You’re screwed. She dragged you straight into a shitstorm. Do you even know what day it is?”
“His birthday?”
“It’s also the day his mum died.” 1
I stared at him.
“You’re joking.”
“I’m not. She died on his birthday. That’s why he never celebrates it. I don’t know what the hell they were thinking, throwing a dinner tonight. If he snaps, I’m not getting dragged down with you. I should’ve stayed in Milan.”
He edged sideways like Sebastian might lunge at him next.
I stood there, stomach turning.
I hadn’t known.
No one had told me.
Gwendolyn just said it was a family dinner.
She’d sounded so normal about it.
I looked over at Sebastian.
All I could see was his side profile, hard as granite.
I wanted to slap myself.
Gwendolyn kept talking.
“I didn’t mean any harm. We went out of our way for your birthday. That cake was custom-made. Eleanor wanted to be here. She wanted to eat with us-“
“No, I didn’t,” I cut in.
“You lied to me.”
She spun to face me.
“I didn’t lie. I asked you to dinner. That’s not a lie.”
“You left out everything that mattered. That counts.”
I glared at Gwendolyn.
Whatever guilt I’d felt towards Sebastian burned straight through into rage.
I’d thought their relationship was tense but tolerable.
Now I saw I’d been stupid.
I turned to Sebastian.
“I didn’t know, I swear. I wouldn’t have come if I’d known. I’m not part of whatever game she’s playing.”
Words felt useless at this moment.
“I never lied to you!” Gwendolyn said.
“I just said it was his birthday and you showed up right away. How’s that my fault? None of us meant any harm-
Sebastian moved suddenly, drove his foot into the leg of a nearby chair, and sent it flying.
It crashed across the room, straight at her.
She screamed and threw herself sideways.
The chair hit the wall behind her and landed on its side, one leg splintered.
She pressed against the bar cart, breathing hard, eyes wide.
Reginald stormed across the room and helped her upright.
“What the fuck is wrong with you? It’s your birthday. So what if we forgot it was-You think we’d hurt you on purpose? Grow the fuck up!”
Sebastian kicked another chair. Harder this time.
The back leg caught Reginald’s shin with a loud crack.
“Shit!” Reginald dropped to one knee, gripping his leg.
“You trying to kill us now?”
He staggered upright and limped to the nearest sofa Gwendolyn rushed after him, muttering something under her breath.
Sebastian’s back was tense.