“What do you think you’re doing here?” Tedros’ thunderous voice surprised her, making her spun around to see his glare, looking at her as if she does not belong in the grand ballroom.
“I… I was invited,” Larissa warily bowed her head at the sight of the Lycan King, then her gaze shifts to a pair of hands linked around his husband’s arm. It was Roisa Mondevelle, sweet, sweet Roisa. The current Queen, the woman who stole what was supposed to be hers, and she keeps flaunting it in front of her with a grin.
The night was young and guests from the entire Midvel flocked inside the ballroom, the orchestra was playing an upbeat note that filled the air with a festive vibe, to which the partygoers did not hesitate to dance with their partner. Despite the celebration and laughter filling the room,
