The ballroom fell silent. All eyes turned to Lyra as Dorian Cross stood before her, his question hanging in the air between them.
Lyra's heart pounded against her ribs. She maintained a carefully composed expression, though her mind raced through possible responses. The slight widening of Dorian's eyes told her he'd realized his mistake.
"Mr. Cross," she said smoothly, giving him a subtle look that communicated volumes. "I'm attending the gala like everyone else. Is that so surprising?"
Dorian recovered quickly, straightening his already impeccable tie. "Not at all. I simply didn't expect to see you in such... social settings."
Jasper and Orla exchanged confused glances. The surrounding crowd leaned in, eager to catch every word of this unexpected interaction.
"You two know each other?" Owen asked, looking between them with growing curiosity.
Dorian cleared his throat. "Mrs. Covington and I have crossed paths before. She leaves quite an impression."
