Thirteen: Facing The Devil.

The satin hazelnut dress fell across her slender frame and with her hands clasping her hips, Sofia made her way into the banqueting hall. She had halted next to Oscar Baron for a few seconds and he had barely said a word to her.

When the elevator doors chimed, only then did he link his arms around hers and they made their way into the chilly room and underneath the lavish crystal chandelier that dropped from the ceiling.

In the process, a smile was quick to light up her lips as the hall immediately graced their presence with murmurs and several people throwing their heads over their shoulders. It was a strictly private dinner party with mostly his family members who ought to know he was married.

That way, only them knew before the media did.

And by the way Oscar darted his eyes back and forth, it was obvious amongst the guests, he searched for his own father.

He had invited Ronald, not that he even expected him to be here but at least all the three Baron brothers were around—dressed