Elion and Zenith were promptly led into the reception hall by the stern woman whom the guard had returned with, while the guard went back to his post, standing at the entrance with his companion.
The woman wore a short grey skirt with a matching top and a black jacket over it.
Elion found himself looking at her, not because she was beautiful, which she certainly was, but because she kept glancing back at him over her shoulder with a disapproving look on her face.
After the third time, Elion couldn't help but raise a brow.
'What did I do?'
He glanced toward Zenith, wondering if perhaps she knew, only to find her looking back at him with an amused smile.
'What?' Elion mouthed silently, while his voice made it to her head.
Zenith merely shook her head.
They continued through the reception hall, which was considerably quieter than it had been earlier in the day.
