"Or perhaps you'd prefer to reconnect with your designs first?" Alexzia suggested, her voice smooth as silk, graciously offering Snow an illusion of choice. A knowing smile lingered on her lips, subtle yet deliberate.
"We could take a moment to look around," she added, gesturing elegantly toward the displays, her hand sweeping through the air like a conductor leading an unseen orchestra.
Without waiting for Snow’s response—almost as if the matter had already been settled—Alexzia turned, her designer gown whispering against the marble floor, and strode forward with Samantha gliding effortlessly at her side.
The grand hall stretched before them, a cathedral of artistry, its walls adorned with breathtaking exhibits from the world’s most prestigious jewelry houses. Light refracted off gem
