Nice to See You Again… Sister (1)

The ballroom was silent for a second before the door opened. 

Count Einar looked even more magnificent than usual. His slim body stood out in a fit dark suit with silver buttons, and many hearts stopped for a moment. His expressionless face was like a perfect statue crafted by the master artisan. The women swooned and the men were jealous.

But despite being the guest of honour tonight, he was not even in the spotlight upon the entrance. Arianell walked next to him, her long silver hair flowing like a silver grace cast by God himself. The amethyst eyes that quickly looked through the room were so mesmerizing that everyone soon found themselves hypnotized.

She clutched his hand nervously, but to others, they appeared to be a perfect pair in harmony.

Behind the entrance was the long staircase guests had to walk down before standing on the ballroom floor.