THIRD POINT OF VIEW
The night air wrapped around them like velvet as Kiel took Odette's hand, leading her out of the glowing reception hall. Behind them, the sound of laughter, clinking glasses, and faint music lingered, but it was already starting to feel like a memory—like the first chapter had just closed.
A chauffeur stood waiting beside the Rolls-Royce La Rose Noire Droptail, the deep crimson-black finish gleaming under the golden outdoor lights. The car looked like a jewel cut out of the night, waiting only for them. Kiel opened the door for her with a gentleman's grace, but his eyes told another story—an intensity that made Odette's breath hitch as she slid inside.
