Eve's legs continued walking down the stairs. Her face displayed a look of shock, her eyebrows scrunching a little. A hint of a smile tugged the corners of her parted lips. Her conscience has lost itself in the moment as if following a script—like this moment had always meant to happen.
The expression she wore only made Ambryan smile wider. He offered his hand when she was close enough. His bluish-gray jacket had black lapels that matched the buttons on his vest that had been tailored from the same fabric as the jacket. It also made up the trousers while a black bow tie hung under the collar of his white dress shirt.
He bent down to kiss the back of her hand.
The cameramen moved silently, afraid to disrupt the current atmosphere.
Still holding her hand, Ambryan led Eve to the center of the ballroom. Their eye contact never broke off—not even for half a second. He stopped once their assigned spot and pulled her in place so she'd face his front.
Have a good day!
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