Chapter 131

Stepping into the grand ballroom of Silvervein Manor was like plunging into another world. The air was thick with the scent of blooming magnolias, the shimmer of gold and silver embroidery catching the glow of chandeliers overhead. The music swirled around us, a melody both elegant and oppressive, like the setting itself.

Jormun’s hand rested lightly on my arm as we descended the marble staircase together. His touch was steady, a quiet reassurance amid the clamor of eyes turning to us. If I wasn’t mistaken, a few audible gasps punctuated the room as we made our entrance.

I couldn’t decide whether it was the crimson gown, the fire in my red eyes, or the man beside me who had stunned them. Jormun looked every bit the silver prince tonight, his tailored suit drawing whispers wherever we passed. Together, we must have made quite the picture.

“Smile,” he murmured, his voice warm and teasing. “Remember, we’re supposed to enjoy this.”

I forced a smile, one that felt