"Miss Fortunata!"
Hearing her family name called so clearly across the ballroom, Phoebe instinctively turned toward the familiar voice. A faint crease appeared between her brows before recognition softened her expression as a distinguished gentleman made his way through the crowd.
"Mr. Ellian?"
"The very one." He smiled warmly as he stopped before her. "How have you been? It's a pleasure to finally meet you in person, especially after our first meeting unfortunately never happened."
