Thea’s POV.
I enter the restaurant and see my family mingling with the guests. I walk to the bar and wait like everyone else does to be served.
“Thea, right?” I turn and look at this man. He is handsome. But I’m not interested.
“And you are?” I ask him yes, my tone is bitchy but I don’t care.
“Liam Matthews. Your grandfather and mine were close friends.” He says and I nod my head and turn back, waiting for Sara to come over and get me a drink.
“I’m sorry for your loss. Alfonso was a good man,” Liam continues. Like, jeez, man, read the f*****g room.
“Yeah, thanks. He was. He will be missed.” I offer a small smile but inside I’m screaming, telling him to f**k off and leave me alone. I can see it in his eyes: calculation. He wants to capitalise on our loss. Not happening, shithead.
“Sa
