In a captivating display of wicked delight, the Lord's eyes flickered towards Rachael's, a spark of mischief dancing within their depths. Sensing the gravity of the moment, Rachael modulated her voice, summoning every ounce of deathly calm that she could muster, allowing it to settle upon her countenance like a shroud of chilling composure.
With unwavering resolve, she concluded her statement, infusing it with a haunting finality, "Although, as this night unfolds, you may find yourself surprised for crossing paths with me."
The once-ebullient smile on the Lord's face swiftly dissolved into an expression of sheer shock. He scrutinized Rachael anew, his gaze traversing her form with an intensity that pierced through the facade she had meticulously crafted.
He drank in every detail—the piercing hazel hue of her eyes, the black tendrils of her hair that seemed to possess a life of their own and the captivating burgundy gown that clung to her figure with an air of mystery.
