Everyone—not just Victor—was momentarily mesmerized by the woman standing beside Cassian.
Lynsandra, after all, was dressed simply, wearing lighter makeup than usual. The hair clip resting at the side of her head gave her a youthful appearance, and her white dress complemented her flawless skin. The usual red lipstick was gone, replaced by a soft pink.
If one didn't know any better, they would never think she was the feared Luna of the Royal Pack. The one who could force those beneath her to their knees.
Because right now, the woman standing beside Cassian looked young, lovely, and harmless.
"Aunt Marie!"
The silence shattered at Cassian's jolly voice, snapping everyone out of their trance. He beamed brightly, waving enthusiastically, only to pause when he noticed everyone rising to their feet and lowering their heads.
"Huh?" Cassian blinked, confused as he looked at the guests bowing toward them. It was only when his gaze shifted to Lynsandra that realization dawned on him.
