Amal sipped a glass of champagne, her eyes set on the entrance of the ball.
“When are they coming?” Demetrius asked.
“They’re dragons,” Amal said. “They’re on their own time.”
“We’re almost an hour in,” Demetrius said. “If they don’t make an appearance now, this whole thing will have been worthless.”
A crowd moved past, blocking her view of the entrance.
Then out of nowhere, Ennius was standing in front of her.
“Mrs. Shalewood, you look radiant tonight,” the governor said. “Red is a good color on you.”
She wasn’t going to take his compliment about the red ball gown she was wearing—or Demetrius’s red tuxedo. It was just subterfuge.
Amal extended her hand. Ennius kissed it, then shook Demetrius’s hand.
“How are you enjoying the Ball?” Ennius asked.
“It’s just fine,” Demetrius said.
