"Are you going to pace all night? You'll wear a hole in my floor," Orion remarked, his deep voice tinged with amusement.
I glanced up from where I'd been nervously checking my designs for the hundredth time. The annual ball competition was finally here, and despite my confidence in my work, my nerves were frayed to breaking point.
"Sorry," I muttered, smoothing my hands over the garment bag containing my star piece. "I just want everything to be perfect."
Orion crossed the room in a few long strides, stopping just inches from me. He looked devastatingly handsome in his tailored black suit, his silver eyes gleaming with something that made my stomach flutter.
"Your designs are exceptional, Elara. You know that." He reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. The casual intimacy of the gesture wasn't lost on me.
