Chapter 41 The Night Continued

• The tension from earlier still hung in the air, thin as frost. But the ballroom had begun to breathe again, albeit differently. The conversations resumed but hushed. Muted. Stolen glances were exchanged behind champagne flutes. Heads turned again and again toward one woman in particular.
• Jenna.
• Even in stillness, she was magnetic. Graceful in her silence, poised in her posture. The golden shimmer of her eyes, the silver fall of her hair—everything about her demanded reverence.