Her gaze returned to Daniella, assessing once more and this gaze could make anyone uncomfortable.
"You must forgive us," she continued, smooth as poured silk. "We're used to being informed of… important decisions that have been made." A faint tilt of her head. "This one seems to have slipped through."
The air around them tightened. Conversations nearby quieted without appearing to. Ears strained behind champagne flutes and polite laughter.
Aurora's lips curved again, eyes flicking over Daniella's bare hands, the subtle tension in her shoulders—the small tells of someone still learning the rules of this world.
"But then again… some decisions don't require an announcement."
The cut was soft and decisive, giving out clear meaning.
You don't belong here.
The message wrapped itself in elegance and delivered itself in public.
Silence pooled between them.
