He turned when he saw them, offering a polite smile. Elena stepped forward first.
"Noel, this is Veyron. Veyron, this is Noel."
Veyron extended his hand with a respectful gesture. "A pleasure, Noel. Elena speaks highly of you."
Noel, a bit caught off guard, shook his hand. "She does?"
Veyron chuckled. "You'd be surprised. Thank you for coming. I know your sister must be happy."
'So this is the guy,' Noel thought, eyeing him with subtle scrutiny. Veyron's posture was straight, his tone measured. Calm, polite, almost too polished—but not fake. Sincere.
'He's exactly how Livia described him. Straightforward. Kind. Rational. Maybe that'll rub off on her.'
"Congratulations on the wedding," Noel said aloud.
"Thank you. I hope to make your sister happy. Truly."
For a second, Noel didn't know how to respond. He simply nodded.
Veyron then gestured lightly toward the nearby hallway. "Would you like to meet the rest of my family?"
"Uh… I don't want to intrude."
