Silas and Arabella finally parted ways when the auction reached its conclusion. Right away, upon approaching the railing of the balcony, gravity seemed to tug even harder at the young woman, making standing on her feet tremendously more challenging by the second.
From her perspective, it was as though she stood before a wall plastered with hundreds of portraits and twice as many eyes, all preying upon her every move with no sign of quitting it in sight.
Perhaps it was nothing more than an impression, though it was almost as if Arabella stood alone up there with no one else to share that ardent spotlight or more correctly… The burden of those ravenous gazes.
In an attempt to cool down her burning face, she aimed to find solace in familiar faces among the entertainers, but for some odd reason saw none in her proximity, besides Sebastian whose demeanor offered no comfort whatsoever.
