During the gala evening, Kaiser's gaze lingered on Kris's fiancée.
She held a glass of champagne barely tilted between her slender fingers. At barely eighteen years old, she already exuded that aura of maturity typical of a duke's daughter.
When she slightly turned her head to reply to Kris, the light from the chandeliers slid over her emerald-green hair, cut in a trixie cut. A few strands brushed her nape, highlighting the delicate and vulnerable curve of her neck.
Her deep green corsage, tailored in velvet, stretched over her chest. The inverted V neckline, held by thin golden straps adorned with stylized acanthus leaves, offered a glimpse of her round breasts.
