Crystal chandeliers bathed the grand hall in brilliant light, reflecting off polished marble floors and rows of silver-laden tables.
Dressed in their finest attire, the performers—no, the guests—moved gracefully through the crowd. Their soft laughter blended with the distant hum of live music, while the air carried the rich aroma of exquisite cuisine.
The moment Severine and Killian entered, the chatter in the hall stilled for a heartbeat before rising again into a louder buzz.
With a calm, almost detached face, Severine rested her hand on Killian's arm as he led her toward his family.
"My mother might be a bit... overenthusiastic, but she is very nice, and my dad is the opposite. You will like him."
His father wouldn't engage in lengthy talks, which weren't Severine's forte. As for the rest of his family, he could only pray they wouldn't scare his wife away.
"But if you feel uncomfortable due to their chatter, just leave them. And if you can't find me, then give me a call."
