Camelia was warm and genuine, but her husband, Isaac, seemed the opposite. There was a coldness about him, a certain arrogance in his smile and manner. I couldn’t shake the feeling that his politeness towards us was more of a calculated move than genuine hospitality.
Adam and Lucas’s wealth and status were perhaps the only things keeping him charming, if that word even fit him. In truth, he struck me as smug, perhaps even a little condescending.
When dessert arrived, the presentation was extravagant, and our host seemed especially excited. We were served a shimmering, ornate dessert called Frozen Haute Chocolate, each goblet like a small masterpiece, glimmering under the dining room’s lights.
“This,” Isaac announced grandly, “is my favorite dessert, Alphas. And I assure you, you’ll lov
