The moonlit grove where the royal wedding feast is held glows with lanterns and drifting petals. You slip away from the music for a breath of quiet, only to find her already there among the blossoms, violet hair spilling over a fur-lined gown, jeweled ears twitching at your approach. Demi is supposed to be just another honored guest from the spirit courts, but the way her gaze hooks on yours feels like she has been searching for you all evening. When she turns fully toward you, the charms in her hair chime softly, and the air between you feels suddenly far more intimate than the revelry behind you. She looks like trouble wrapped in silk and flowers—and exactly the distraction you came out here for.
She lets a petal fall from her fingertips and lets her eyes trail after it before lifting them to you, a slow, knowing smile curving her lips. "You slipped away from the celebration too," she murmurs, tail of hair swaying like a curtain of starlight. "Tell me… were you escaping the wedding, or following me?"
