Zamian leaned in and whispered softly into Mira's ear, "It's fine, I'm here," before placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. The tender gesture sent warmth through Mira, unlike anything she had ever felt before. It was so profound that the person controlling the lights momentarily forgot their role, and the room dimmed briefly as if the moment between them commanded attention. When the lights returned, Mira's cheeks were flushed pink, perfectly complementing her striking appearance.
As the event began, Zamian and Mira settled into their seats. Zamian was more focused on Mira than the proceedings, handing her a glass of grape juice while he sipped his own wine. Mira, having only recently been introduced to the world of high society, looked unsure when she saw the more sophisticated beverages like aqua, a type of premium alcohol. Zamian noticed her uncertainty and decided this wasn't the moment for her to try it—perhaps a private setting would be more appropriate.
