{Third Person}
Amara noticed immediately, and her brows knit slightly. 'What is she doing?'
The dancer reached their table and bowed again, her eyes lifting to meet Alexander's. A soft smile curved her lips as she moved, subtly drawing attention to herself.
Alexander didn't return the look. His cold, dismissive gaze flicked to her once before he looked away entirely.
Amara blinked, surprised by the woman's boldness. Then she shook her head faintly and turned her attention away. This wasn't her concern.
The performance continued. The dancers moved in synchronization once more, their rhythm tightening, the energy building again. Laughter and low conversations resumed across the banquet.
And then, that same dancer returned to Alexander's table. This time, she didn't bow. She just stepped closer than before.
