Chapter 124 The Delanos

• Proserpina Delano stepped into the room like a slow exhale—graceful, deliberate, impossible to ignore, her broad, powerful husband at her side.
• The gown clung to her like a secret, thought James Schwartz, watching them from across the room. Soft silk, smooth as water, poured over her figure, tracing every subtle curve with intimate precision. The fabric shimmered faintly under the dim chandelier light, catching flickers of gold and silver-like whispers of stardust.
• A plunging neckline framed her collarbones and hinted at the curve of her chest, daring but never desperate. Twin straps—delicate and nearly invisible—disappeared over her shoulders, giving way to an open back that dipped low, leaving the small of her back bare to the cool air and any watching eyes.