He looked at the hand which the Grand Mage had extended to him, and then to her smile.
She looked very confident… radiant even, like someone who already knew the outcome of the night before it began.
"I thought it was supposed to be the other way around." Azel said, but regardless he took the Grand Mage's hand and smiled at her. "I would be honored."
Stella practically glanced at her daughter and flashed her the most victorious grin she could muster.
It wasn't a subtle grin either… it was the smug grin of a woman who had just proven she was ten steps ahead of the competition.
'Don't worry, you'll learn how to be very assertive with the man that you like… eventually.'
She led him toward the center of the ballroom, her hand was warm in his and her movements were fluid as if her body had been made to command attention.
Every noble in attendance turned their gaze to them… every man with envy, every woman with a mix of admiration and wounded pride.
