But in the way a room changes when someone important walks in and everyone pretends not to notice while absolutely noticing.
The girls noticed.
All four of them turned at the exact same time.
Liam followed their gaze.
At the far end of the ballroom, near the entrance framed in white and gold, a woman had just stepped inside. She wasn’t surrounded by security. She didn’t need to be. The space rearranged itself around her anyway.
People angled their bodies. Conversations paused half a second too long. Smiles sharpened into something more deliberate.
She wore a deep emerald dress, simple but precise, the kind that didn’t try to impress because it didn’t have to.
And on her face—
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