The tension in the grand hall was unbearable as Avey reached the last step of the staircase. The crowd's whispers had faded to complete silence, the air thick with anticipation. All eyes were on Avey, waiting for her response except for Avey herself. Her focus remained unwavering, locked onto Lucian, who resolutely avoided her gaze, his face a carefully constructed mask of indifference.
Arthur stepped forward confidently, his polished shoes clicking against the marble floor as he extended his hand toward her. His charming smile radiated an air of control, masking the subtle unease lurking beneath"Avey," he said softly, his voice reverberating through the hall, "you look breathtaking tonight."
Avey blinked, her gaze momentarily shifting to Arthur.Her expression remained polite and composed, but there was a distinct lack of warmth in her tone when she replied"Thank you, Your Highness."
