Kaelis stood at the door with Damian welcoming in the guests who were already beginning to pour in.
"Where is Alexis?" he asked.
Damian glanced at him and looked around in search of Alexis.
"Wait, sorry, coming through." Alexis hurried through the crowd, a heavy apologetic smile on her face. She arrived before the two men and breathed out.
Damian slowly turned to look at her.
She was dressed, not as heavily professional as either of them were. The white shirt she had on had its sleeves rolled up slightly. And above it was a fitted black vest buttoned up and adding to the tailored feel of it.
Her patterned tie was tucked inside and below, she simply had a loose-fitting black slack, and a pair of loafers.
His gaze rose to her hair, tied unusually into a low-man bun, a few curls slipping out.
"These guests are not going to think you're a worker here," Kaelis commented and Damian looked away from her.
She approached closer, taking her spot. "Why?" she asked.
