Winter smiles. “Devon. Nat. I didn’t know you two were coming! I could give you a tour if you’d like.” Derek uncomfortably clears his throat, smiling faintly. “Friends of yours, Winter?” His pale brown eyes robe over Devon, scanning for any sense of a threat. Winter nods. “Ah, sorry. Derek, this is Devon, and that’s Natalia. Devon, Nat, my fiancé Derek.” Derek takes one of Natalia’s hands and bows, pressing a light kiss to it. “It’s a wonderful pleasure, Miss Natalia. Sir Devon,” he turns to Devon and holds out a hand to shake.