Voren stayed off to the side like he always did when the spotlight wasn't meant for him, blending into conversations with investors while the rest of the room buzzed with excitement, cameras flashing and reporters circling like hawks, all hoping to get even a single word out of him, but he turned them down one after another without hesitation, not out of arrogance, but because today wasn't about him.
This was Seraphine's moment, and he wasn't about to take even a fraction of it away from her.
From where he stood, his eyes kept drifting back to her, drawn in without effort, taking in the way she carried herself in that tailored pantsuit that hugged her just right, every step she took steady and confident, every word she spoke commanding attention without trying too hard, and for a brief second, something almost like admiration settled deep in his chest, mixed with something quieter, harder to name.
