"Try not to kill the mood again," I whispered to him as we passed each other.
He chuckled but didn't reply.
Typical, I groaned.
But now?
Now, it was my stage.
Outwardly, I gave a perfect smile.
Elegant and polished. The kind you practice in front of a mirror until it becomes your face.
I smoothed my hair back, long strands of black combed neatly and held with a thin band at the back of my head.
My suit, midnight blue with silver embroidery, fitted me perfectly. Gloves tight. Collar straight.
Every inch of me screamed control, confidence and a sense of presence no one could ignore.
I wasn't tall, but I stood like I owned the ground beneath my boots.
Well...technically I did.
The crowd had gone quiet as I gleed internally with happiness, after all, the silence was finally mine now.
I placed one hand over my chest and gave the room a deep and respectful bow.
