Ryan recognized the voice, and the surprise he was feeling showed on his face as he, like the rest, looked toward the back of the hall.
The sound of heels striking the ground was what felt the most obvious in the silence. It came before the owner of the voice came into view, and when eyes fell on her, or more precisely on the old lady beside her, those who recognized the latter failed to keep their composure.
The sound of the heels was coming from a young woman younger than thirty. She was blonde, beautiful, with her hair left to fall on her shoulders. She was wearing a blouse whiter than the designer coat she had over it, and below, she had pleated pants that almost covered the top of her shoes.
Many did not recognize her, even though it was her who spoke, but the old lady she was holding the arm of, it was impossible for the rich investors and high ranking executives present to not recognize her.
"Lady Moonfrost."
