"You…" Damian's voice was low, sounding almost reverent. "You look…"
Evelina raised an eyebrow, and a small smirk tugged at the corner of her lips. "Speechless, Alpha?"
Damian's lips curved into a slow smile as he stepped forward, his gaze never leaving hers. "Perfect," he murmured. "You look perfect."
Evelina felt her cheeks warm, but she held his gaze, her chin tilting slightly. "You don't look too bad yourself."
Damian chuckled, offering her his arm. "Shall we?"
Evelina slid her hand into the crook of his arm, her heart steadying at how firm he was. "Let's go."
Together, they stepped into the hallway, the soft glow of the palace lights casting a warm glow around them.
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The grand ballroom of the palace was nothing short of breathtaking.
