When they both emerged, dressed for the evening, the transformation was striking.
Mirabelle's dress—a flowing, elegant gown in deep emerald green—perfectly complemented her soft features and brought out the warmth in her eyes.
Her hair was styled loosely, framing her face in delicate waves. She looked breathtaking.
Caspian, clad in a tailored black suit with subtle silver accents, radiated an aura of power and dominance.
His crimson eyes lingered on her as she descended the stairs.
"You look lovely, my Bunny," he said with a smirk, his gaze trailing over her appreciatively.
Mirabelle felt her cheeks heat under his scrutiny. "You don't look too bad yourself," she replied, trying to sound nonchalant but failing miserably.
He extended his arm, and she hesitated before taking it. "Ready?" he asked, his voice low and warm.
"As I'll ever be," she murmured.