Aidan watched from the screen as Anna stepped into the grand hall in an off-shoulder, deep sapphire blue ball gown, a bold color that instantly set her apart.
The bodice hugged her figure with effortless elegance, while the skirt spilled around her in fluid layers of silk and organza, trailing like liquid midnight behind her.
Each step she took whispered confidence and murmurs arouse from the crowd.
Her hair was styled into a sleek low chignon, pinned with a single silver crescent moon.
Aidan's eyes softened, an imperceptible smile tugging at his lips.
"She's here," he murmured under his breath, feeling a strange sense of relief wash over him, a knot inside his chest loosening at last.
Felix stood up from behind Aidan who had been pacing restlessly since the start of the occasion, wondering if Anna would come or not.
He had called the chauffeur, Donovan, several times but Donovan hadn't picked and Aidan thought Anna wouldn't come.
