Chapter 0093

My gaze darted between the two men. Adrian's presence had somehow shifted their entire dynamic tonight, and I couldn't help finding it amusing.

"How exactly did you win her over?" I asked, genuinely curious.

Alistair grinned. "I convinced your father to perform a ridiculous duet with me at the bar." Grant burst into laughter so hard tears streamed down his face. "We were so terrible," he managed between chuckles, "that Seraphina finally agreed to go out with him just to make us stop."

The three of us were laughing now. "Hey, it worked," Alistair defended with a shrug.

"And that was it?" I prompted.

"Not quite." Alistair's expression turned serious. "I had to prove my intentions were genuine. That she wasn't just another conquest." His eyes softened at the memory. "She finally believed me when I commissioned a custom jewelry set for her."

Adrian suddenly leaned forward. "The aquamarine with sapphire accents?" At Alistair's nod, he added, "I designed Cara's set based on that piece. Always loved how it captured both Mom's and Shali's eye colors."

As he spoke, Selene pushed forward, making my eyes glow amber. Not to be outdone, Theron surged forward briefly, transforming Adrian's warm brown eyes into deep sapphire pools. His mother's influence was unmistakable.

"Like father, like son," Grant observed with a chuckle. "You might not have serenaded her, but grand romantic gestures clearly run in the Grey bloodline."

Alistair shot back, "You're one to talk. I don't recall you being subtle with your affections either."

"Wait," I interrupted, shocked. "Mom rejected you at first?" All I'd ever heard were stories about their perfect love story.

"Your mother turned me down multiple times," Grant admitted with a nostalgic smile. "Only made me more determined."

Adrian's curiosity mirrored mine. "So what was your grand gesture?"

"Not to be outdone by your father here," Grant began, shooting a playful glance at Alistair, "I found this obscure song called 'September Lily' and spent months learning it on guitar."

"Every. Single. Day," Alistair interjected, shaking his head. "I thought my eardrums would bleed."

Grant continued, undeterred. "On Alistair's eighteenth birthday, we staged it as a toast. I grabbed the guitar instead and sang to her, weaving through the crowd until I stood right before her." His voice softened with the memory. "At the final note, I knelt. She thought I was proposing, but we were too young. Instead, I asked her to prom."

"Bold move," Alistair commented. "She could have humiliated you in front of the entire pack."

"But she didn't," Grant said quietly.

"No, she didn't," Alistair echoed.

"So we went to prom together - all four of us - and had an incredible night." Grant smiled at the memory. "And the rest, as they say, is history."