But Liam's attention didn't linger on her for long. Because seated directly across from her, legs crossed and an all-too-familiar smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth, was a man Liam never wanted to see again.
Kieran remained seated for a while longer, his posture relaxed, effortlessly engaging in light conversation with the guests around him.
His tone was smooth, his smiles timed to perfection, and though the talk was trivial, he wielded his charm like a seasoned diplomat.
After a few more exchanges, he rose from his chair with a natural, almost regal grace that drew a few passing glances.
He offered a few parting pleasantries to Luna and a couple of others, his words laced with familiarity and poise. Then, with the same quiet elegance, he began to make his way toward the exit.
