Gentle chatter rippled across the spacious ballroom, yet the rift between Vivian and Lancelot was impossible to ignore. A thick tension lingered in the room, charged with an unspoken tension.
Vivian's tone held firm, yet her words pierced the quiet like a sharpened edge.
Lancelot's teeth pressed together, his golden eyes glinting with restrained emotion. His eyes shimmered in the soft light, concealing emotions beneath their depths. He faced Donald, his stance rigid and composed.
"Who informed Vivian that you have a spouse and child?" Donald's voice was sharp, his eyes locked onto Lancelot.
A quiet, restrained growl resonated deep within Lancelot. Only those with enhanced senses caught the sound.
Vivian straightened her face to focus but her look betrayed her. Without a hint of a
