"Look! Isn't that Aliana Vanderbilt? And my god, who is that gorgeous man beside her?" One of the women gasped.
"Do you live under a rock? That is Gavriel Valentine, Chairman of the Archon Group and the she-devil's husband," another one replied.
"That's him? He almost never makes public appearances!"
"Gods, he looks even better in person!"
"It's like a sex god is walking among us. Look at the way he has his arm around her waist."
"You'd need special immunity against a husband that gorgeous."
The hushed gasps and murmurs echoed throughout the hall. None of them were particularly discreet, allowing every word to reach the group, yet none of them reacted.
The ones who seemed far more uncomfortable were Cedric and Gwen.
Exchanging apologetic glances, Cedric leaned closer to Aliana and whispered, "Sorry about that, Ali. But you know how people are."
Looking completely unfazed, Aliana simply smiled. "It's fine. I'm used to it."
