A Gift for Every Heart
Then Leon glanced around once more—at the women who stood by him. Aria. Cynthia. Kyra. Syra. And, standing a little aside from them, Chloe. His eyes traveled slowly over their faces. Something kindled in his eyes—an idea, gentle but swift, like a spark flaring in the stillness of his mind.
He turned to Torven, his smile almost impossible to read, but unmistakably captivating.
"Mr. Torven," he stated, voice steady and smooth as silk. "I was hoping you could help me… with one additional thing."
Torven blinked in reaction to the shift in tone. "Y-Yes, sir," he replied, straightening involuntarily. "What is it you need?"
Leon's eyes shifted back to the women, and his tone became laced with playfulness. "You notice the lovelies surrounding me?"
Torven glanced around the room. Aria, graceful and regal. Cynthia, calm and composed. Kyra, reserved and elegant. Syra, cheerful and warm. And Chloe, modest and quiet. He bowed respectfully. "Yes, sir. Very much so."
