Chapter 23

Silvia Standing in the doorway was a breathtaking figure—elegance wrapped in ambiguity. His short platinum blond hair was artfully tousled, as if chaos itself had been styled with precision. High cheekbones gave structure to a face that was both sharp and ethereal, while a pair of intelligent hazel eyes shimmered with mischief and vision. He wore a well-fitted charcoal grey suit jacket. The collar of the dress is embroidered with silver thread and moves to reflect light. Underneath was a black silk shirt, collar open just enough to suggest effortless confidence. High-waisted black trousers hugged his slender frame, emphasizing long legs and a poised, graceful stance. There was a kind of curated perfection to him—like a sculpture brought to life, or a fashion editorial stepped off the page. "Hello, darling!" He chirped cheerfully. "You must be Silvia! I'm Alex, Alpha Sherman sent me to help with your wedding attire." His voice carried a light, musical quality as he extended a manicured