Chapter 11 His Hidden World

• I trailed behind Kyle, my heels clicking on the floor. He paused, offering his arm with a gentle gesture. I slipped my hand into his, feeling a mix of unease and obligation.
• As we entered the elegant parlour, the murmur of conversations and clinking glasses enveloped us. Guests mingled, sipping champagne and savoring hors d'oeuvres. Mrs. Prescott's warm smile greeted me, and she rose from her seat.
• "Ah, and here they are," she announced, drawing attention to us.