Before the Banquet Begins
Then—Click-clack. Click-clack.
The unmistakable click of heels coming down marble stairs rang like a bell of loveliness. A change in the atmosphere.
The lightest ripple of scent—jasmine, sandalwood, lavender. Recognizable. Enchanting.
A breath of floral perfume wafted toward him, and Leon—lounging loosely on the couch—turned his head with reluctance.
His golden eyes opened wide, if only a fraction.
What he saw stole the breath from the room.
Down the grand stairway in a manner of goddesses spun from a dream descended Rias, Aria, Cynthia, Kyra, Syra, and Mia—each dressed in stunning gowns that glimmered with silk, lace, and unbridled beauty. They were not just lovely; they were otherworldly.
