*Rion*

I slid my arms through the sleeves of my dark gray shirt before doing up the buttons on the front. Daphne had chosen the shirt, insisting that it looked amazing on me since it matched well with the color of my eyes.

This was a pivotal moment and we wanted to make a good impression.

Daphne was facing a large full-length mirror on the far side of the room. I watched her expression through the reflection, noting the way her smooth pink lips were turned ...