Seraphine looked like she had stepped straight out of some exclusive high-fashion editorial that most people only ever see in glossy magazines, because that night she wasn't just dressed nicely, she was elegance in human form, wrapped in a midnight-blue evening gown that caught the chandelier light every time she moved and sent it rippling across the walls like she carried her own private galaxy with her as she made her way down the stairs.
She was petite, yes, but there was nothing small about the presence she carried, and Corvine couldn't remember seeing that dress when they went shopping on their first day in the city, which meant either Leon had quietly bought it for her without mentioning a word, or Seraphine had arranged it herself without him noticing, and neither possibility sat right with him as he stood there watching her descend one slow, graceful step at a time.
