Sebastian POV
I turn to see Joseph and Nischola weaving through the crowd, their expressions warm and full of pride.
“Your Majesties,” Joseph greets, his voice steady and formal, though the smile on his face is genuine. He bows slightly before straightening.
“Congratulations,” Nischola adds, her smile lighting up her face as she steps forward. “You were both incredible out there. The dance was breathtaking.”
Celine lifts her head from my shoulder, offering them a smile. “Thank you, Nischola. I wouldn’t have been able to get through it without Sebastian’s patience—or your help practicing yesterday.”
Nischola waves her hand dismissively, laughing softly. “You didn’t need much help. You’ve always been a quick learner.”
Joseph steps forward, his hand resting lightly on Nischola’s back. “
