"It's lovely meeting you, Vladimir." She bowed slightly, and Vladimir returned the gesture, his expression unreadable.
"We should sit. I think it's time for the speech-giving," she said quietly into Silverstein's ear, the loud music drowning out the moment.
"We will see you later, Vorgath," Silverstein replied curtly, nodding before guiding Alexandra through the throng of guests toward their designated seats on the platform.
As they walked, the rich tapestry of the ballroom unfolded around them—vibrant colors of drapery fluttered in the cool evening air, and laughter mingled with the scent of lavender and freshly baked pastries. The opulent chandeliers overhead sparkled like stars in the night sky, casting a warm glow on the couples and families gathered to celebrate their union.
"You sense it, Vlad, don't you?" Vorgath's lips curled into a knowing smile as he watched the couple greet various guests on their way to the chairs.
