The grand doors of the palace ballroom opened with a deep, resonant creak. A hush fell over the room as the Ashford family entered together.
Arthur led the way, his silver-blond hair combed back neatly, his steel-blue eyes scanning the crowd with cool authority. He wore a black tailcoat with silver embroidery on the lapels, a white shirt, a black waistcoat, and a perfectly tied cravat. His steps were confident, as though the room belonged to him.
Bennett walked close beside him, his honey-brown hair a little tousled, green eyes bright and restless. His dark green tailcoat was cut sharply, silver buttons glinting, white shirt open at the throat just enough to show a hint of skin. He was chatting quietly with Arthur, a small smile playing on his lips.
