Chapter 204: Wine, Winks, and Wicked Tails
Elyn's POV
The hall seemed almost to hold its breath as Seraphielle bowed deeply before us. The movement, deliberate and exaggerated, had the unfortunate—or perhaps perfectly intended—side effect of pushing her cleavage forward in a way that looked perilously close to spilling over the edge of her purple gown. A faint, shimmering fabric clung tightly to her figure, emphasizing every curve, and the slit along her side suggested a subtle rebellion against formal dress codes. Her violet silk bodice gleamed under the chandelier lights, tight along the waist and adorned with delicate silver threading that caught the light as she moved. Her hair was coiled into a neat bun, but a few rebellious strands curled along her temples, softening the sharpness of her expression.
