The Thorne Patriarch

Clara

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Mr. Trevor’s voice pulled me out of my daze.

I turned to him. He was watching the crowd, a small, satisfied smile playing on his lips.

“Thank God you recommended the big hall for it,” he said. “If we’d gone with the smaller one, we’d be drowning in complaints right now.”

I nodded, trying to hide how off-balance I felt. “Yes, it’s really beautiful.”

He gave a brief nod,