Vorian POV
Varek and I arrived early to the ball. I wanted to be there before the crowd, to stand back and observe watch every guest arrive, every movement, every entrance.
We stood near the center, close to the dance floor but pressed against the wall, sipping our drinks in silence. The setup was flawless. Elegant. The contrast of colors, the lighting, the atmosphere it all worked beautifully. Whoever had designed this knew exactly what they were doing. Usually Luna handled these types of events, so I wouldn’t be surprised if she was involved.
Whiskey on ice for both of us. It was my go-to, and Varek never strayed far from it either. We nursed the burn as we watched the crowd slowly build.
A few women arrived solo, and Varek didn’t waste time making his usual offhand remarks. They loo
