Amidst the crowd, Edward regarded Avelina with widened eyes, seeming to be in what one would call a sudden trance.
Beautiful! This, he exclaimed inwardly.
To the woman beside him, he muttered something and walked away from her.
Up where he sat, Draven watched Avelina with a faint smile and an admiring gaze. His legs were crossed, and his hands were interlocked.
Avelina kept a coy smile as she finally arrived in the center of the room. She did not fail to notice Natasha's cold gaze.
Edward moved past Olive's group of six, who successfully arrived at the ceremony. They were carefully blending into the crowd, and the only ones who could tell them apart were Draven and Valentine.
Draven kept his gaze locked on Avelina, but his brows furrowed all of a sudden the second he glimpsed Edward, who waited expectantly. He deeply frowned but did not react.
Edward approached Avelina, and Draven glared from where he sat, suddenly pissed off.
