Della opened her eyes, a mix of surprise and confusion swirling in her gaze. Her cheeks felt warm, and the flush of embarrassment crept up her neck. She hadn't expected the gentleness of his touch, nor the way it made her feel both vulnerable and safe at the same time.
Hunter pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, a playful glint dancing in his own.
""You look beautiful tonight, Emily." He said, his voice low and warm, his eyes lingering on hers with an intensity that made her heart race. His words, spoken with such sincerity, wrapped around her like a gentle embrace.
Her cheeks flushed hot with blood. She was lost in the haze of heat, her face burning under his gaze. She could feel the warmth of the blush crawling up her neck, and she was grateful for the face paint that concealed her reaction, allowing her to maintain calm even as her heart pounded in her chest.
No one had ever been brave enough to offer her such an intimate gesture before. Most couldn't stand the sight of her face, a reality she had learned to accept. But Hunter's eyes held no trace of hesitation or discomfort, only a warmth that made her feel seen in a way she hadn't felt in years. Or was it because he thought she was Emily. That little joy she had in her heart died immediately.
"Thank you," she replied, her voice soft and polite. Hunter's lips curled into a gentle smile as he caught the formality in her tone, and he chuckled softly, the sound sending a shiver down her spine. His hand slid around her waist, pulling her closer again as his fingers gently caressed her back, offering reassurance and comfort.
"The guests are waiting," he murmured, his breath warm against her ear. The nearness of him and the tender way he held her made it hard to focus, but she forced herself to breathe, to steady the emotions inside her as he guided her towards the center of the room. No man made her feel this way not James, not her previous boyfriends when they touched or kissed her this was different, Hunter was different.
The grand ballroom was a dazzling sight, with its crystal chandeliers casting soft, golden light over the elegantly dressed guests. The air buzzed with conversation and laughter, the clinking of glasses mingling with the soft strains of classical music playing in the background. The scent of roses filled the room, mingling with the rich aroma of champagne and gourmet dishes served by waitstaff in crisp uniforms.
As they moved through the crowd, people paused to smile and nod, offering congratulations and warm smiles. Della felt their gazes, the attention both thrilling and unnerving, then she forced a smile, reminding her self of the role she was playing tonight. She was Emily Adley, the cherished daughter of Mr. Adley, and this was her engagement party. It was her duty to look the part, to carry herself with grace.
Mr. Adley stepped forward, his eyes bright with pride as he raised his glass of champagne high. The room fell into a hush, all eyes turning towards him as he stood at the center of the stage.
"Hi, everyone!" he began. "It's my honor to welcome you all here tonight to celebrate the engagement of my daughter, Emily Adley, and Hunter Hardecker." He paused, his eyes twinkling as he glanced between me and Hunter. "Thank you all for being here to share in this momentous occasion. It means the world to Emily and Hunter, to my wife Josephine and I, and to the Hardecker family. You're here to witness the beginning of their lifelong commitment."
Della felt his words settle over her, her heart tightening as she listened to the man she had came to known as Emily's father. His smile was genuine, his pride unmistakable, and it sent a pang of guilt through her. She had never wanted to deceive him, but she knew what was at stake tonight—what she had to do to protect the ones she cared about. Diego.
"As a father, I'll admit it's not easy to see my little girl grow up and make her own choices," Mr. Adley continued, his voice tinged with emotion. "But I have a wonderful feeling about this young man, and that makes this a joyous event indeed." His gaze softened as he looked at Hunter, a look of approval that carried with it his trust.
"After meeting Emily's fiancé, I knew right away he was a kind, intelligent young man," he said, his tone earnest. "We are all thrilled to celebrate their betrothal today. May your future be filled with cherished memories and abundant love. To the happy couple—cheers!"
The crowd erupted in applause, the sound echoing off the high ceilings as glasses were raised, the sparkling champagne catching the light. Della felt the room spin for a moment, the applause surrounding her like a wave. She held onto Hunter's arm, drawing strength from his steady presence.
"To Hunter and Emily—may the strength and sweetness you share now endure and grow. Congratulations!" Mr. Adley finished, his voice full of warmth and sincerity.
The crowd repeated the toast, their voices mingling into one harmonious cheer. "To Hunter and Emily!" Glasses clinked, and the murmur of well-wishes filled the air. Guests approached them, offering handshakes, hugs, and words of congratulations.
Hunter's hand remained on her back, his touch grounding her.