The grand staircase of the Cloud Peak Hotel curved elegantly down to the main ballroom, its marble steps polished to perfection. I felt every eye in the room turn upward as Evelyn and I began our descent.
She looked absolutely stunning in her emerald evening gown, the silk fabric flowing like liquid around her graceful figure. Her hair was swept up in an elegant chignon, diamond earrings catching the light from the crystal chandeliers overhead.
I had chosen a midnight blue suit with subtle silver accents, the tailoring perfect enough to command respect in any room. Together, we made quite the impression.
The silence in the ballroom was deafening. Hundreds of faces stared up at us, expressions ranging from curiosity to shock to outright disbelief.
But no faces showed more shock than those of the Morgan family.
