Among the many observing the pair at the centre of the dance floor was a young woman who rolled her eyes at the sight of the two casually chatting as they danced.
Her face was heart-shaped, with high cheekbones and a slightly pointed chin. Her almond-shaped eyes tilted upward at the outer corners, the emerald green of her irises contrasted by her dark pupils.
She sat at a table with her legs crossed, one hand propping up her chin as her fingers idly tangled with the strands of long black hair that fell over her shoulder, its green underlayer reflecting the same hue as her eyes.
"Control your expression, Layla. You were the one who told Arthur not to roll his eyes if he overheard anything he didn't like, so if he sees you like that, you won't hear the end of it."
A voice came from beside her, prompting Layla to turn her gaze toward the young woman seated to her right.
