The Silver Crescent Alpha Prince

Dawn turned to look towards her. This girl was just where she had left five years back. She was the same, no growth. She shook her head and said, "Tsk, tsk. I feel sorry for you Bree. You are where I left you. Manager of this golf course?" Dawn chuckled. "How many asses did you suck up to become the Manager of this place?" 

Bree clenched her teeth. "I don't revel in hubris like you Dawn. Helena made me the Manager and Lily, the owner likes me a lot!" She emphasized on the word, 'owner'. "And I can tell how much Lily hates you." She stood up from the table and walked to hold the railings. "I read in the news how you connived along with your husband to send Anne and Helena to jail." She shook her head. "You were such a snob back then and you still are. You went on to implicate that Helena had relations with both Luke and Anne. My God! Dawn, I haven't seen a girl who would shred her family's image to this extent. What a bitch you are!" She bared her teeth. "I wonder how you managed to marry Daryn. You must have trapped him and I am sure he would start hating you when he would come to know the truth about you, about how vicious you are!" 

There was a tightness in her stomach and she felt she would puke listening to the way Bree talked about her family. But Dawn masked her misery with a smile on the façade. She ignored her accusations and said, "Tell me one thing Bree—as soon as I disappeared, how come you got a chance to play in the Nationals?" 

Bree's confident shoulders sagged. She poked her tongue in her mouth and gazed away from her. "Well, maybe because the coach already thought that I was a good candidate." Her arms went to her side as she rubbed her pants. 

"There were way too many potential players throughout the country but the coach thought that you would be the replacement?" Dawn tapped her chin. "That's weird." 

Bree cleared her throat. Her voice was stuttering when she said, "N— no, it's not weird." Then she let out a high-pitched laughter—laughter that went on longer than normal. In the end she babbled, "Why? Ar— are you jealous? Or you can't think that I am better than you?" 

Although Dawn had an empty feeling in her stomach, she replied, "Oh that's right. I do feel that I am better than you in every respect." 

Bree's mouth went dry. "You are still so arrogant Dawn. After consuming your family's happiness, you dare to come on this golf course. I am sure it was you who must have gassed up your husband to hold the tournament on this course only to show that you were once the owner of this place. But let me tell you Dawn—this is my turf. If you dare to mess with me, I am going to make sure that you are humiliated and shamed in front of your husband's company people!" By the time she finished speaking, Bree was shaking with anger. 

Dawn chuckled. Once again she gave a cold shoulder to her. She said, "So how are the preparations for the tournament? I hope the lunch we have ordered is prepared nicely. After all we have paid a large amount for it." What she meant by saying that was Bree should get going and do her Managerial jobs while she stood there as the person who held the money and the power. "In case you feel you can't live up to our expectations, let us know so that we can order lunch from a better hotel." 

"Everything is in place," Bree grunted. She was expecting to see Dawn today and she had prepared herself well in advance as to what she would tell her. "Don't show me that you are superior to me, okay?" 

Dawn flung her hair back with her hand and said, "I don't need to." What she meant was that she was already superior to her. She walked towards her and then past her. As she crossed the bridge, which separated the restaurant from the course, she stated, "I am going to inspect the course now. I really have to see the place where Geoffrey, the old guard committed suicide."

Bree's face turned white. She gaped at her as she watched her walking to the greens with her bodyguard on the heels. She had to get her out of this place as soon as possible. Gritting her teeth, Bree trotted towards the kitchen. The tournament was supposed to begin from 7:30AM onwards. They still had to lay tables and set up the cake and ribbons apart from all the refreshments. With one last look and a mental note to call Lily Wyatt, Bree left. 

Daryn came to the golf course at 7:15AM. He was accompanied by a lot of his Company employees, who were running around him as if to be in his good books and a few veterans of golf. He had called Dawn from the car and asked her to be present for the cake cutting. When he reached the venue, he saw that she wasn't there. So he waited for her. 

Knowing that he was waiting for Dawn, Bree suggested in a very sweet, honey-laced voice, "Mr. Silver, we mustn't wait any longer for cake cutting because then the match will get delayed." 

Daryn looked at her. He was wearing dark shades and in his white pants and white t-shirt, he was looking so handsome that Bree gasped. How could someone have such broad shoulders? His biceps flexed as he moved his arms across his chest. His square jaw-line and those bow shaped lips—she could spend her lifetime chewing them. She walked up to him, stood a little too close and said, "Good morning Daryn. I am Bree Higgins, Manager of Wyatt Golf Course." She extended her hand to shake it with him. 

He shook his hands with her in curtsey. 

"So shall we?" she asked, feeling happy that Dawn wouldn't be there when he cut the cake. She would stand with him as the press clicked their photographs. 

"No, I will wait for my wife," he replied nonchalantly. 

Her face fell. "But Sir—" She was cut-off by a loud voice.

"Hola!" Dawn called from a distance as she waved at Daryn. He waved her back with a huge grin on his face. She came trotting to him. 

"Be careful, love!" he chided her and went to hold her hands. 

Immediately the cameras started clicking their pictures. 

Bree gave her a fevered stare. "Bitch!" she uttered under her breath. Walking off with flared nostrils, she went to the table where the cake was kept. 

"How are you baby?" Daryn asked as he intertwined his fingers in hers and kissed her hand. 

"I am good," she said with a smile. She saw that the place was brimming with players, all wearing beautiful outfits and colorful caps. Some carts were lined up on the sides. 

The employees started fussing over them while they escorted the couple to the table. 

When they approached the table, Bree said, "Daryn, we need to hurry up. It is already 7:30AM now. If we don't stick to the schedule, we run the risk of not finishing the game in time." 

Daryn ignored her and then turned to the press. "Please take this photo." He held Dawn by the waist and bent over to kiss her lips.