Noelle tapped her foot impatiently against the marble floor, arms crossed, eyes narrowing at the man standing across from her.
Noah looked equally annoyed, his hands shoved into the pockets of his expensive tailored suit, his lips pressed into a thin line. They had both received the same directive—to work together and present a united front to the council. And neither of them was happy about it.
"This is ridiculous," Noelle muttered, her tone sharp as she turned to glare at the elders seated before them. "You want us to convince the people that this alliance is in their best interest? Are you joking?"
Elder Laurent, the oldest and most respected member of the council, sighed heavily. "The people trust their leaders, but they also trust what they see.
If you two continue to act like enemies, they will never believe in the unity we are trying to create."