The day of the party arrived. The Castellano's mansion was full of guests, and the party seemed not for a little boy but a golden banquet. The place was full of people in glittering clothes and champagne. Gold was decorated all over the place, clearly showcasing the wealth and power of the Castellanos.
Among the passionate dressed guests, Veronica stood beside Amanda, trying to fawn over her. Damon saw her and immediately became dissatisfied. He tried to excuse his mother among the businessmen trying to latch at her.
When they went to a pretty secluded place, Damon hushed her firmly. "Mom, what is Ambrosia doing here?"
Amanda saw the dismay on her son's face and was immediately appeased.
"What do you mean? What's wrong with inviting her? She's one of our business associates." She blinked innocently.
Damon looked at the fake expression on his mother's face.
"If only that is your intention," He answered,, looking, through his mother's thoughts.
"Damon, why are you so stiff? It's your son's celebration! Loosen up and enjoy, and let others enjoy too." She said happily, showing her messy face. Before Damon could refute her, she quickly escaped toward a swarm of guests.
Damon sighed as he looked around. This certainly does not look like just his son's party at all.
Thinking about this, Damon suddenly had a last moment impulse. Why not invite his mother to make this his son's party?
Damon smirked at the thought as he took his phone out to dial Anya's number.
Anya was currently at her studio organizing her things. Her phone rang, and she saw the caller's ID. It was Damon Castellano.
Anya had second thoughts about answering. These past few days, Damon kept on giving her gifts.
Whenever she felt burdened about these and tried to call him,
"Do you like it?" He would brush off her words and ask this without any connection to her purpose.
"Well, yes, thank you very much, but-"Before she could even continue,, he would cut her off.
"That's good, then. Tomorrow I will send more," after that, he would drop a call, and Anya could not refuse anymore.
Although she was thankful and touched, whenever warm feelings surged through her heart, the memories of the night Anya met his fiancé would shake her awake.
Anya, he already has a fiancé. Don't think of anything else.
She thought of picking up and thanking him once again. However, she needed to clarify everything. She truly liked all his gifts as they were her favorites, but she felt uncomfortable just receiving them. She did not intend to become a mistress.
Thinking about this, Anya decided to take the call. "Mr. Castellano," She greeted formally.
Damon heard the bland address of the woman and sighed. It looks like he has a long way to go.
"Good evening, Anya. There is a party at our place right now. I was wondering if you wanted to celebrate with us?" He asked.
Anya was quite doubtful, yet she thought it was a perfect chance to talk to him personally about what he was trying to do. She would get shy whenever she wanted to meet him and settle this once and for all. How could she open up about meeting him? won't he get the wrong idea? Yet, there is no other way of meeting him. their worlds just do not meet daily.
So when he invited her, she toughened up and accepted the invitation.
"Great! Then I would pick you up myself. Wait for me." He answered as he dropped the call. Anya sighed at his attitude which was clearly a boss. She had no choice but to accept everything and wait for him patiently.
Damon was just about to pick Anya when his secretary approached him. There was a problem in the office that needed his immediate attention. He frowned irritatedly but did not have a choice.
So he called Anya again and told her that he would just send someone to get her first, for there was something he needed to attend to at the moment.
After he heard her consent, he hung up and went to Adam.
"Hey, man. There is something I need to fix back at the office. I invited someone named Anya. She is on her way here. Watch over her for me." He immediately said as he patted Adam on the shoulder. Adam was stunned by his friend's words, but has not even responded when the next thing he saw was Damon's back. What was that?
Damon was in a hurry to leave. He planned to do things quickly so he could come back earlier to accompany Anya. He also wants to be with her when she meets their son. Though he is not planning on revealing their relationship, he wants them to complete first.
He thought of this as he quickened his steps more.
A black car stopped in front of Anya's studio. The driver said Mr. Castellano sent him to pick her up. Anya looked at the plate number and matched it with the one Damon sent. She saw that it was the one, so she entered it at ease.
The car went on its way, and shortly after, they were in front of the Castellano's mansion.
Anya was in awe at the grandeur and magnificence of the whole mansion. Per Damon's orders, a secretary was sent to her side to escort her inside. Anya saw that Damon was attentive to her and arranged everything easily. She smiled at the secretary and followed him inside.
The guests at the party were all wearing branded and luxurious clothes. Anya thanked her instinct when she took a quick change of her outfit. Although she was not dressed as grand, her white dress hugged her body, and paired with her white skin and elegant beauty; she took people's second glance without even trying that much.
When Veronica saw Anya, she immediately flared up. She approached her aggressively.
"What do you think you're doing here?" Veronica said in a loud voice.
Anya was startled at her aggressive remarks. She wanted to knock her head again. How could she forget that his fiancé might be here too? And how could she forget that this might be trouble brewing again?
Anya sighed and tried to greet her formally.
"Ms. Ambrosia," but Veronica’s exclamation drowned her voice.
"How could a filthy girl like you be out here and staining this prestigious party? Who do you think you are?!"
Anya gritted her teeth as she felt the people's gazes drilling holes in her head. She knew it. She shouldn't have come here!
Amanda was finally called because of all the fiasco. She quickly went to where Veronica was.
"Veronica, what is happening here?!" Amanda reprimanded her. She was pretty dissatisfied with her. She thought this woman was soft-spoken, yet she was shouting so loudly right now. She planned this party to perfection. And she does not want anyone ruining it.
Veronica saw Amanda and immediately reported to her.
"Auntie! We have an adulterer here!" Veronica pointed at Anya.
Anya saw the harsh accusations pointed against her and immediately refuted them. "That's not true," She said with a firm voice.
Veronica did not mind her and continued to squeal the tale to Amanda.
"Auntie, it's true. She is Andrei Davids' ex-wife, Anya, but he divorced her because she got pregnant with another man!" She said exaggeratedly, loud enough for everyone to hear.
Amanda immediately turned to Anya. She eyed the latter with intense eyes. How could a filthy thing infiltrate her grandson's necessary party?!
"Who are you?! I did not remember inviting someone like you. Who invited you, a filthy woman like you, to my grandeur occasion?!" She said harshly.
Anya saw the fierce woman in front of her and immediately became uneasy. The look of her eyes was judgmental, as if she knew her every being, and without a second thought, all her accusations of her were deemed to be true.
Anya once again felt like she was the lowest.