Percival Covington stood at the entrance of the grand banquet hall, his eyes following Lyra as she quietly slipped away toward the refreshment tables. She moved with natural grace in her emerald gown, drawing appreciative glances that she seemed determined to ignore. Despite her stunning transformation, she clearly preferred to remain in the shadows rather than bask in attention.
His lips curved slightly. It was refreshing—her lack of interest in the spotlight. Most women would be parading themselves on his arm, using the moment to establish their social position. Lyra, however, seemed content examining the elaborate fruit display as if it were the most fascinating thing in the room.
Across the hall, Damian Gallagher leaned close to his sister's wheelchair. Alice Gallagher, elegant despite her disability, listened intently as her brother spoke in low, satisfied tones.
