Irwin's eyes followed Eisley as she moved with fluid grace, slipping into a dress that seemed to dance around her with every step. The fabric shimmered subtly, catching the light in a way that accentuated acknowledgement. Her hair, a cascade of soft waves, was gathered into a ponytail that was intentionally loose, allowing tendrils to escape and frame her face with an effortless elegance. As she turned to face him, her eyes met his with a spark that was both defiant and playful.
"More than ever. I've always known Cecily was easy to fool," she replied a hint of mischief in her voice.
Irwin's lips curled into a smirk, the corners of his mouth lifting in a way that suggested both amusement and a touch of mischief of his own. "Too bad. I was hoping to take off the dress tonight. I didn't think you'd have other plans."
