"My girlfriend." Damon took his hand and she was glad he did, because it stopped her from saying something mean. "Vivi, meet Cassandra. Cassandra, Vivi." He reintroduced them.
The brunette's smile widened but it was still fake. "It's nice to meet you, Vivian. Are you the girlfriend Damon has always talked about?"
"Maybe." Avery rolled her eyes at the woman's attempt to paint Damon as a playboy. "And it's Avery. Damon likes to call me Vivi for heaven knows what reason."
"Oh, sorry. Vivi." Cassandra was trying hard not to grit her teeth, probably having expected Avery to be uncomfortable.
"You can't call me that. Only the people close to me." Avery exaggerated a smile and looped her arm around the shocked Damon. "Didn't you mention a meeting, babe?"