Just as Marion had promised, he did send someone up with a dress for me and it was exquisitely beautiful.
He had impeccable taste, there was no denying that.
The dress he had picked out for me was elegant and made of soft silk. It perfectly draped over my body and the deep emerald hue matched the color of my eyes.
He definitely put a lot of thought into this.
The soft hum of music drifted through the air as I stepped into the grand ballroom with Peters leading me.
The chandeliers hung high above, casting golden streaks of light across the room and illuminating polished marble floors.
The entire hall was adorned with delicate floral arrangements.
The waiters were dressed in crisp black and white and they moved through the crowd, seamlessly as they balanced trays of champagne and hors d'oeuvres in their palms, weaving in between guests.
And there were a lot of guests. This was one hell of a welcome back party.