Heart Racing

The murmurs of the nobles had barely settled when the grand doors of the ballroom swung open once more. The sound echoed through the room, turning all eyes toward the entrance.

Nicholas stood there, tall and proud, his presence demanding attention. He was dressed in regal attire, his dark blue coat embroidered with golden threads.

And behind him, his attendants carried lavish gifts—silk-wrapped boxes, rare flowers in delicate arrangements, and shining treasures meant to impress. The sight alone was enough to send another wave of whispers across the banquet hall.

Selena stiffened.

She had expected many things tonight, but not this.

Her fingers instinctively tightened around Alex's arm, and she fought the urge to take a step back. She was prepared to ignore Nicholas, to act as if he did not exist. But he did not give her the chance.