His palms were broad and warm, completely enveloping her hand.
He was wearing a military uniform, always carrying it with him.
That uniform was pressed smooth without a wrinkle, with shiny buttons, and a badge symbolizing status pinned at the collar.
Even while resting at home, he was accustomed to hanging it in the most conspicuous spot in the wardrobe, wiping it daily, never slacking.
This was the dignity of a soldier, and an inseparable part of who he was.
But wasn't wearing this outfit at such an occasion too serious?
The invitation stated it was a "dinner party."
The background music would be melodious violin tunes, and most guests would likely wear formal attire or elegant gowns.
Yet his dark green military attire carried an icy, austere aura on his shoulders.
Walking among the crowd, he would inevitably seem out of place.
"Did you receive an invitation too?"
Selene Kane frowned, this scenario wasn't within her expectations.
