Amanda's red hair was pulled back into a neat braid that rested over one shoulder.
A few loose strands had escaped around her face, softening her appearance.
Her violet eyes moved across the dining hall with quiet awareness, taking in the crowded tables, the arriving delegations, and finally the booth at the rear.
She moved with a quiet effortless composure and steady confidence, almost as though everything within the room was beneath her.
Anthony Grant was the exact opposite.
He followed behind her, continuing to talk.
His messy blonde hair had been left loose as usual, falling naturally around his forehead and the sides of his face.
It was one of the few things about his appearance that seemed genuinely careless. His grey eyes, however, were anything but.
His gaze swept across the hall with a quiet observant sharpness carrying that faint trace of amusement.
