The arrival of Lydia and Cedric sent a subtle ripple through the room, breaking the flow of soft conversations and gentle music. Delphinia's eyes caught the her figure gliding through the grand entrance, arm-in-arm with Cedric. Lydia's presence was like a spark in the night—impossible to ignore. Of course, it would be. She was a renowned model, known for her beauty and elegance, while Cedric played his role perfectly as the cunning businessman with a reputation for breaking both hearts and rivals.
Delphinia tried to keep her expression neutral, forcing her lips into a delicate line. She was the one who asked Evander if they could invite Lydia. There was no reason for her heart to race like this—no reason for that flicker of tension curling deep in her chest the moment their gazes locked.
Not hatred. Not bitterness.
Just… something neither of them could quite name.
