Jasmine's POV
The ballroom erupted in applause as I made my way through the crowd toward the royal seats. Each step felt heavier than the last, with dozens of eyes tracking my movement. Conversations paused mid-sentence as guests turned to stare. Some faces showed curiosity, others barely concealed shock.
Through the sea of formal gowns and tailored suits, I caught sight of familiar figures near the far wall. Luis, Lina, and Stephen stood together, but they weren't alone.
Lina looked stunning in her burgundy gown, silver threads catching the chandelier light as her dark hair fell in perfect waves. Stephen remained characteristically quiet beside her, his charcoal coat with gray accents fitting him like it was made for royalty. Their fingers intertwined naturally.
Luis cut an impressive figure in his black suit, every line crisp and intentional. His hair was styled with meticulous care. But the woman beside him made me do a double take.
