C17 The thief of the moment

Stefan’s POV

Amidst the chattering and the clink of crystal glasses in the ballroom, my mind kept going back to Eve and I checked my wristwatch constantly for her arrival.

But she was nowhere in sight. Maybe she was running late.

As I moved through the crowd while they greeted me in respect and exchanged pleasantries with me, Emilia hung around me like a leech