“If you two pick a wedding date before ours,” Donovan continued, “you can go first. I won’t mind.”
He wasn’t in a rush, but his girlfriend’s family was getting anxious. She was in her early thirties, just like him—and for many families, that meant time was ticking.
Romina smiled. “We haven’t decided yet. We haven’t even gotten our marriage certificate. We’ll do that once the wedding plans are nearly finalized.”
Donovan nodded in understanding.
When Romina finished eating, River started tidying up the insulated lunch box and carried it to the bathroom to wash it. Donovan watched him for a moment, quietly impressed.
River moved naturally, his gestures calm and unpretentious.
When River left the room, Donovan leaned toward his sister and said in a low voice, “If I hadn’t been to the York family’s old house myself, I’d never believe River was the young master of a billionaire family. He’s way too down-to-earth.”