Now, under the brilliant ambiance of thousands of glittering candles and lamps, he could make out more of her features. Glossy locks of fire were swept up and piled high in an elegant style that showed off the long expanse of her creamy neck. Evenly spaced, flashing emeralds beneath delicately arched, dark brows glowered at any unwanted suitors who unintentionally bought her wrath simply by begging for a dance. Plush lips, seldom stretched into a welcoming smile, mouthed words clearly even at this distance. She appeared to be particularly fond of the word No.She was a raving beauty on all accounts, even if she was rather petite. And she was recognized as a Pocket Venus by all the males here, judging by their constant cloistering around her despite her haughty ways. Aiden wondered what she would feel like in his arms. Would she break as easily as the fragile crystal her body portrayed, or would she be as durable as her contradicting stony character? Either way, he would find out. Tonight.He approached her only once she had found her way closer to the garden entrance of the crowded ballroom.
