Chapter 678

Abigail Murray tilted her chin with practised poise, her eyes brimming with unmistakable pride and confidence. The opulent lights cascaded over her like molten gold, illuminating her every angle until she seemed to radiate from within. Each step across the crimson path exuded allure, her presence commanding silence and awe. Applause erupted around her as though the universe itself conspired to crown her queen of the night. From inside the car, Eleanor’s gaze followed Abigail’s retreating figure. Her expression was unreadable, though her slender fingers tightened ever so slightly on her clutch. “Miss Whales,” Jacob’s voice cut through the quiet, steady and respectful from the driver’s seat. “When do you plan to make your entrance?” Eleanor withdrew her gaze from Abigail, her eyes cooling to glacial calm. “Right now.” With that, she pushed open the car door and stepped into the night. The sea breeze swept through her wavy hair as her heels clicked against the pavement, carrying her forwa