Chapter 478 - The Fog of Deception (2)

Hundreds of miles away, warm golden light cascaded from Lisban's chandeliers, shattering across marble like rain of molten coin. Musicians coaxed a sprightly reel from viols, yet the tune floated above the hall rather than filling it—light enough that secrets could slip beneath the notes unheard. Belle threaded through clusters of nobility with the unconscious grace of smoke around columns. Each step made her emerald gown shimmer, and every shimmer drew an eye she did not appear to notice.