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
