Chapter 163: The day of the party [2]
The grand hall loomed ahead with ornate arches etched in gold, chandelier crystals sparkling from the ceiling and a red carpet stretching wide into the center of the celebration.
As Brandon stepped forward, Florence remained clinging to his arm, her body brushing against his with each step.
The deep blue silk of her dress shimmered with each movement, its neckline proudly accentuating the swell of her breasts, and her soft perfume floated in the air, teasing his senses.
He walked in composed, exuding a quiet confidence as dozens of heads began to turn.
The trio instantly got everyone’s attention as all heads turned to them in mid conversation.
"Is that the Herald of the Church?"
"That’s him... Brandon Kael..."
"And the woman on his arm... that’s Florence Beaufort, isn’t it?"
Florence clutched his arm tighter, drawing herself closer to him.
Her voice was soft, sultry, meant for his ears only "They’re staring at you already... I’m almost jealous."
Brandon smiled faintly and leaned just a little toward her "They’re staring at both of us, Florence. You came dressed to kill, after all."