The once lively chatter of the banquet hall fell into a sudden hush when Cyril quietly appeared beside Viviane.
His expression was cold, and his gaze swept over the crowd with icy authority.
"What my wife wears is none of your business."
Cyril's voice was calm but firm, carrying a weight that no one could ignore.
Sofia's face instantly went pale. She opened her mouth, clearly ready to argue, but Cyril cut her off before she could even speak.
"Sofia, I'm extremely disappointed in you." Cyril's voice was heavy with disapproval.
He turned slowly to face Viviane.
In that brief moment, there was an almost imperceptible flicker of regret in his eyes.
Viviane stood frozen, surprised, but at the same time, a warmth spread through her chest.
She never expected Cyril to stand up for her, es
