"Didn't expect you two to come together," a high-ranking ministry official said, stepping into their path and offering a champagne flute toward Killian. "We thought we won't get to see you this year, either."
"I also didn't expect her to agree to take me with her," Killian replied smoothly, a dazzling smile gracing his features as he clinked his glass against the man's.
He offered a handsome but shallow smile to all the people present there.
Most of them were the titans of their respective fields, respectable figures who stood at the absolute end of the rope of high-society connections.
They surrounded Killian because he was undeniably one of them, but also because he was the grandson of the country's leader. Either of those titles demanded absolute respect and unwavering attention.
As someone who stood directly beside him, Severine became the center of attention even without doing a single thing.
