Seraphine slowly drew in a deep breath, allowing the cool air to fill her lungs as she steadied the swirl of emotions rising inside her chest before choosing to approach the situation with calm composure instead of reacting on impulse, because she understood very well that every person in the room was watching her closely and measuring her response.
With her posture straight and her voice controlled, she looked toward the man who had just spoken and asked politely, "May I know your name?"
The man leaned back comfortably in his chair as if the entire situation amused him, one arm resting casually over the armrest while his lips curved into a faint smile that carried an unmistakable trace of arrogance.
"Michael Tayler," he introduced himself smoothly, his tone relaxed in a way that suggested he believed the attention in the room naturally belonged to him.
