Lucien's gaze flicked to the spot where Ambrose had stood moments before. He frowned but said nothing, clearly unconvinced.
"Just be careful... And don't be an embarrassment. If you have really moved on from Nicholas... Make sure you stay that way."
She bristled at his condescending tone but bit back a retort. The last thing she needed was another argument. "I can handle myself," she said coolly.
Lucien hesitated, as though he wanted to say more, but finally, he gave a curt nod and walked away, leaving her alone once more.
Selena Whitlock descended the steps from the balcony with her head held high. The moonlit encounter with Ambrose still lingered in her thoughts.
She shook off the strange encounter, determined to rejoin the ball and salvage her evening—or at least make a spectacle that everyone would remember.
Her gaze swept across the crowded ballroom, searching for Alex. Relief washed over her when she spotted him near the far end of the room.
