Angela weaved through the opulent crowd, the low hum of conversation and clinking glasses filling her ears. Despite the dazzling decor and elegant attire surrounding her, she felt a distinct sense of alienation. She felt out of place among the glittering gowns and sharp suits, her deep green satin dress a poor shield against the piercing stares of the room's elite.
Her eyes flickered to Edmund, who stood in a cluster of well-dressed elites. His posture was relaxed, his charming smile disarming, but his eyes betrayed him. Though Edmund appeared engrossed in conversation, his attention kept drifting her way. A subtle tilt of his head, a faint nod, a ghost of a smile, all silent reassurances meant just for her.