NADIA'S POV

Everyone fell silent, as they whipped their heads backwards to see who spoke. Their gaze followed him as he took slow, yet majestic steps towards the stage. His piercing blue gaze was fixed at me, an uncertain emotion burning in his eyes, anger? Rage? I'm not sure. A mischievous smirk was etched on his lips, as he swirled the glass of red wine in his hand.

Murmurs broke out, as he didn't say anything else apart from standing in front of me, his back against the audience.

“Is this not Lord Moretti? Why is he buying her for such a huge amount?”

“Hold on, didn't he come in...