Before the debutantes could launch into a third round of hyper-detailed questions regarding Xander's physical description or the specific architecture of his private wing, a crisp, synchronized movement near the pavilion entrance caught everyone's attention.
The heavy velvet curtains separating the rear gallery from the open-air terrace were gracefully drawn back. Standing tall, his upright posture absolutely flawless as he adjusted his white gloves, was Thomas.
He stepped into the pavilion, offering a deep, respectful bow to Selene and me, his professional mask perfectly intact after our domestic interlude in the alcove. Still, it was not Thomas who made others gaze and breath completely stall.
Stepping out from behind his massive, dark-uniformed frame was Neisa.
