The large formal dining hall was decorated in red, black, and gold. A band was playing soft music in the background, and at the other end of the room, a beautiful fireplace made the whole space warm and welcoming.
The room was crowded with guests already, men in suits and women in evening dresses. They scattered around, socializing in small groups.
Vicky was right – I didn’t overdress.
Servers were busy laying down the food plated in delicate dishes on the dining table. I couldn’t stop admiring everything. For all dinner parties I could remember, I was the one busy serving the guests, and never had the leisure to really enjoy the event.
“Alpha, here’s Miss Rosalie.” Talon had brought me straight to Ethan.
Ethan’s blue eyes locked on me. I saw surprise in them, but after that flicker, I couldn’t discern any other emotion.
Was he not pleased with how I looked?
