#Chapter55

Thorin glanced at the grandfather clock in the foyer, then back at his reflection and straightened his tie. “Imara! Are you about ready?”

Her heels clicked on the marble floor, and Thorin pushed back his slick hair and turned from side to side as he inspected his face.

“How do I look?” Imara twisted her knee inwards while she checked out the back of her shoe.

Her green beaded dress left little to the imagination. Still, she was a married woman attending a party with her husband, and it was hardly his place anymore to chastise her about her appearance. “Well, Darlin, you look beautiful as always.”

Her nose...