đ.đ: Crisis averted
đlijah stepped out of Roseveil Atelier with a lift in his chest and a hum already forming on his lips.
He smoothed a hand down the lapel of his coat, still buzzing from how cleanly everything had gone.
Rosaline was hooked.
She might've played it cool in the end, but Elijah knew a clinched deal when he saw one.
Her fingers had trembled slightly when she held the sketch. Her eyes had sparkled. Her entire aura had changed.
He had given her time to consider simply because it was the 'gentlemanly' thing to do. A mere show of patience.
But he knew what that sketch had done to her. That fire in her eyes wasn't flickering by accident.
He smiled, lips curving in satisfaction. What could he say? He was hopelessly charming. It was a burden he carried well.
And now... to find Caldre.
He rounded the corner of the building, posture relaxed, energy still glowing from the successful meeting. And there he was.
