Nora
Clyde couldn’t hold back a laugh. The banquet hall quickly filled with soft laughter and subtle nods of approval.
Douglas's face turned crimson, as if he’d been thoroughly rebuked, leaving him momentarily speechless and rooted to where he stood.
He glared at me and I calmly shifted my gaze, as if what I’d just said was of no real consequence, a mere observation stated in passing. Yet, beneath the surface, the pointed irony of my words had shifted the balance, reaffirming a strength that neither arrogance nor entitlement could undermine.
As the tension dissipated, the banquet resumed its lively course. However, another stir soon arose. While refilling General Marcus’s wine, Lina, likely flustered, trembled slightly, causing a splash of wine to darken Beverly's dress.
“Oh dear! I’m
