As they began their walk toward the grand entrance. Ian followed closely behind them, his sharp gaze moving across the crowd. Guests wandered around, their fancy outfits sparkling in the palace lights. Many turned their heads to observe the newcomers, and Roseanne could feel their stares pressing down on her. Some looked curious, others were checking her out, but everyone seemed to be staring at her. She swallowed the lump in her throat, trying not to let the pressure overwhelm her.
As they neared the entrance, a tall, broad-shouldered man stepped forward, his presence commanding attention. His suit was perfectly tailored, and his smile was wide, radiating a casual charm that set Roseanne on edge right away.
"Davian," the man greeted, his voice voice loud and friendly. "It's been far too long."
Davian inclined his head slightly, his expression cool. "Raiden," he acknowledged.
