Once Rejected Twice desired
The heavy double doors of the Grand Imperial Ballroom slammed shut behind Noah and Vance, instantly cutting off the deafening noise of the flashing camera strobes and the frantic murmurs of high society. The private VIP hallway was vast, quiet, and wrapped in cold white marble that reflected the dim overhead lights. Noah walked with a slow, casual grace, his leather dress shoes clicking softly against the floor. He lifted his left wrist, checking the vintage gold band Vance had just fastened onto his skin. The heavy gold casing felt cool against his pulse point, its tiny gears moving in a flawless, silent rhythm.