Sisters and Strangers
Then—
Tip. Tap. Tip. Tap…
There was the clear ring of heels off marble floor. All eyes turned to the grand entrance.
The figure stepped out of the hallway—elegant, assured, and completely entrancing.
Long dark hair fell like silk along her back, moving with every step. Her dress hugged her curves sufficiently to demand notice without speech. In the warm light of the chandeliers, her dark-black eyes glimmered, reflecting light like dark onyx.
She stepped with quiet dignity, each movement measured, her very presence casting a peaceful quiet over the room. Her eyes scanned the faces around her—searching, hesitant—until they finally settled at the dining table.
Then she caught Leon's eyes.
Her poise snapped. A harsh gasp caught in her throat, and a soft flush rose to her cheeks, shattering her confident mask.
