The approaching end of old deceit (part 2)

The grand celebration in the Archduke's manor was a spectacle of magnificence. The air was filled with the melodious strains of music, peals of laughter, and the enticing aroma of delectable delicacies. Yet, amidst the splendor, all eyes were on Bastian von Conradie and Adelaide de Lanark, the subject of fervent whispers and curious speculation.

"Excuse me?" Adela asked, her voice tinged with surprise.

"...I was merely expressing my admiration for how stunning you look in that dress," Bastian replied smoothly.

Adela's maroon dress clung to her body and accentuated her curves. The rich, velvety fabric boasted a subtle sheen under the bright light, the neckline, modest yet alluring, framed her slender neck and collarbones, while the fitted waistline emphasized her slender figure, and the skirt cascaded down in soft pleats that pooled around her feet as she glided across the ballroom floor.

"...A part of me envies him for finding you first,"