Chapter 62 The Ballroom And The Sabotage

• The absolute second they stepped through the towering mahogany doors, the entire ballroom seemed to hold its breath. Every single eye instantly snapped toward them, staring unblinkingly. The highborn ladies watched with ravenous, calculating curiosity, while the aristocratic men subtly straightened their postures, desperately masking their raw admiration for Lyra's captivating, ethereal beauty.
• A soft, electric buzz of whispers instantly flooded every corner of the vast room. The delicate clinking of crystal goblets rang out over the soft, haunting melodies of the orchestra, weaving a grand, suffocatingly elegant atmosphere.
• Like sharks smelling blood in the water, several ladies draped in lavish, glittering gowns immediately began to swarm the Duke, sickeningly sweet smiles plastered across their painted faces as they fiercely competed for a fraction of his attention.