Chapter 42

By the time they arrived, the ballroom was alive with the hum of conversation and the gentle clinking of glasses

The crystal chandeliers cast a warm glow over the elegantly dressed crowd, creating a shimmering spectacle of light and shadow.

As Nora and Leo stepped through the grand double doors, heads turned almost instantly.

Nora’s appearance was nothing short of captivating

Her gown, a deep champagne golden that complimented her striking features, swept gracefully along the polished floor.

The subtle sparkle of her earrings caught the light, drawing attention to her poised expression.

Len, in his tailored midnight–black suit, exuded a quiet authority that made him the perfect counterpart to Nora’s elegance

“Mr. Leo. Ms. Nara the host exclaimed, moving quickly to greet them. His smile was broad and genuine, his voice carrying over the murmurs of the crowd. “What a pleasure to have you both here tonight.”

“The pleasure is ears” Leo replied smoothly, shaking the host’s hand. Nora offered a warm smile, her voice calm and measured as she added. “The arrangements are beautiful. It’s a lovely gathering”

As they exchanged pleasantries, Nora couldn’t ignore the growing ripple of whispers among the guests.

Eyes darted toward the entrance, and a wave of surprise spread through the room.

Curious, she and Leo turned their heads to see what had drawn such a reaction.

The doors creaked open, and a sudden tension swept over the atmosphere.

Beside her, Lena, her wolf stiffened, her voice a hurried whisper. “It’s him. He’s here.”

Nora muttered “Who?, though she already suspected the answer.

“Arnold.” Lena murmured, a hint of excitement and complexity in her tone.

The band between their ma

them irresistibly drawn to each other, but Nora understood that they were

words, Arnold strode into the

commanding presence drew attention as he

unmistakably from one of the most exclusive boutiques in

fabric clung to her frame, the intricate beadwork catching

her choice of

gown… it’s from “Élode Haute

whispered Theard it costs

must be someone important,” another voice chimed in. “Do you

heart sank, t

her expression remained calm.

in public settings had trained her to mask her

quiet murmur of a nearby ge ched her ears, bringing a small, unexpected relief.

prefer the lady in the champagne golden gown,” a man commented, gesturing subtly toward Nura. “There’s

in the

ballroom seemed to

unreadable until his eyes landed on Nora. For a brief moment, the noise

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line of sight,

to one of irritation.

He leaned in

though the

the ballroom seemed distant to Nora as

Snowmoon pack was small, everyone knew that.

have the resources to aff

afferd such

fund

to piece together the truth: Arnold had bought the gown for Linda.

from the high–end boutique, its price is like a looming

her composure,

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