“No,” Elena replied at once, shaking her head immediately. “Not in the slightest. You’re exceptionally handsome—striking, even.”
In truth, Damien looked as though he had stepped straight from the pages of a high-fashion editorial. He was the most breathtaking man she had ever seen. Marcus had once been hailed as the god of campus, his features rivaling those of models and celebrities, but Damien existed in an entirely different realm. He was sculpted by divine hands.
“Thank you,” Damien said with a slight inclination of his head. “And you, Miss Elena Voss, look stunning this evening. The dress complements you beautifully.”
“I believe I should be the one expressing gratitude,” Elena replied with a small smile, deliberately avoiding the intensity of his gaze. “Thank you again for the dres
