Gasps echoed through the grand hall like the first drop of rain before a storm.
Emerald paused at the top of the ballroom steps, aware that everyone in the room was looking at her. She felt their stares… some were curious, others were admiring, and a few even envious, but still, she kept her head held high.
She descended gracefully, silver heels barely making a sound on the marble. The chandeliers above twinkled, highlighting her dress. Her wolf stayed calm but watchful, aware of the power she radiated.
At the bottom of the stairs stood Adrien.
He wore a black, fitted suit, with a wine-red shirt beneath it, which made the gold of his eyes seem brighter. As she reached the last step, he extended his arm with a slow, practised smile.
"You," he murmured, "are absolutely breathtaking."
Emerald smiled, sliding her hand into his. "Not bad yourself," she whispered.
