Arabella Vanderbilt tugged at the corners of her lips, a flash of interest passing through her eyes.
Selvia Todd wore an asymmetrical ruffled high-waisted A-line skirt today, paired with a thin sweater, and a luxurious white mink fur coat over it. Her long hair was styled with extra precision, and her makeup needed no further mention.
An aura of noble elegance enveloped her entire being.
At this moment, her gaze involuntarily turned to Joel Russo, her bright eyes carrying a subtle infatuation.
With a tall and well-proportioned figure, he could almost pull off any style of clothing, yet he usually favored black.
The expensive, high-end suit he wore fit his frame perfectly, with straight shoulders, a tall posture, and fine craftsmanship, exhibiting refined lines that perfectly balanced tension and relaxation, exuding a noble and grand, awe-inspiring presence.
She had encountered so many exceptional men, but none could compare to his charisma and allure.
