Chapter 133 – Off Stage
Outside in the VIP section, the room was buzzing.
Elyndra sat prim and composed, draped in icy silver silk with her legs crossed and arms folded—her expression as effortlessly regal as ever.
Mira leaned back in her seat, already on her phone, jade jewelry glinting against her skin and not even pretending to hide her boredom.
And then there was Rava.
Wearing a dark blue cocktail dress that shimmered like the ocean at midnight. Her fingers drummed lightly against her thigh, gaze focused on the runway with mild disinterest.
Until Lux walked out.
"Oh my," she whispered.
Mira looked up. Blinked once.
Then again.
Elyndra's lip parted, brow twitching faintly.
Lux sat between Mira and Rava.
Because of course he did.
And the moment he did, the air around them shifted again.
Like someone had poured heat into the room.
Rava stared.
Hard.
"…You look ridiculous," she said finally.
Lux raised a brow. "Ridiculously good?"
