“Thank you,” she whispered softly.
The brunette smiled warmly and released her hand. Emma resumed her slow walk, each step acutely aware of Matthew’s gaze fixed on her like a laser.
After circling most of the room, she stopped behind the man seated closest to Matthew. He was dressed in white, his exposed skin pale to the point of being almost sickly, and he wore a full mask. His demeanor was elegant and refined. When he turned to see Emma, a hint of shyness flickered across his face.
“Miss, I…”
“Shh, don’t speak.” Emma leaned in closer, her peripheral vision catching Matthew’s reaction—he looked ready to explode.
Emma chuckled softly, the sound sweet and endearing.
When she turned back to the man in white, she noticed something surprising—the exposed skin on his neck had flushed fain
