ADRIAN’s POV
“Have we met before?”
The question left my mouth before I could stop it.
Selene Arden looked at me over the rim of her wine glass, calm, elegant and composed. The gala night continued normally. Conversations, soft laughter, glasses clinking against each, somehow everything felt distant standing this close to her.
“No,” she answered smoothly. “I think I would remember meeting Adrian Laurent.”
I chuckled at that.
Celeste stepped beside me almost immediately, her hand sliding naturally around my arm. “Selene Arden,” she said politely. “We’ve heard a lot about you.”
Selene shifted her attention toward her with a beaming smile. “I’m sure you have.”
Celeste smiled perfectly. “You’ve caused quite a stir since arriving.”
“I didn’t realize my arrival required permission.”
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