The hall had fallen completely silent.
From the side entrance, Veyron von Lestaria appeared. Dressed in a tailored green suit adorned with subtle golden patterns across the shoulders and cuffs, he walked with the calm confidence of someone who had lived under scrutiny all his life. His blonde hair was tied back neatly, revealing sharp features and a distant gaze that scanned the rows of nobles without hesitation.
At his side walked Elena.
She held his arm lightly, her steps in perfect rhythm with his. Her emerald dress shimmered beneath the natural light cascading through the arched ceiling, the golden accents tracing her waist and collarbone like delicate vines. The long slit down her leg revealed just enough to make her elegance striking. Her gloves matched the dress flawlessly, and her platinum hair framed her face as it flowed down her back.
Around her neck, the platinum necklace glinted with its amber gem—Noel's gift.
