On the second floor on the ballroom, stood a tall woman with porcelain white skin, donning an elegant, midnight blue dress that hugged her upper body. Its skirt flowing freely until it reaches the floor. Her silver hair cascade on her bare shoulders into simple curls.
Calculative and cold cerulean blue eyes glistened behind a veil of darkness, eyeing the crowd below her in mild interest.
Suddenly, something cold touched her bare skin. Giving the person behind her a side glance, Lillie accepted the cool flute of champagne.
Ethan held his wife in his arm and joined her in speculating. His eyes scanned the crowd before shifting them to his wife's bare shoulder.
A frown marred his charming face. "Aren't you cold?" He asked. Both concerned for her health and for the eyes he needed to pluck as soon as she made her presence known to everyone.