The Ball: Part 3
Damian's eyes were instantly drawn to her presence as he stood there, mesmerized by the sight before him. Seraphina's choice of attire was nothing short of breathtaking, and he found himself captivated by the elegant gown that adorned her figure. The fabric seemed to flow like liquid gold, emphasizing her every movement. Her eyes met his, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still.
His hand, which was previously claimed by a lady vying for his attention, felt distant and forgotten as he kept gawking at Seraphina with wide-opened eyes. He could hardly believe that she, the human he had come to know, was the very vision of grace and beauty standing before him.
However, the spellbinding moment was abruptly interrupted by a woman clearing her throat loudly, breaking the trance that had enveloped Damian. He turned his attention to the lady beside him, whose disapproval was thinly veiled behind a forced smile.