You remained on the couch while Ember took Nesta to eat something, leaving Randall to chitchat with Rhysand, Cassian and Azriel, who were now all luckily in better moods than before when they'd arrived. As you shifted in your seat, the emerald gown you got from Nesta shimmered in the soft light of the room. The delicate fabric hugged your curves elegantly as you observed the lively chatter among the others. From the corner of your eye, you occasionally caught Azriel staring at you, sometimes a stray shadow assessing your reactions. You didn't think much of it, as it seemed natural for the guy to read his surroundings, but you couldn't deny how nervous he made you feel. "Are you hungry, sweetie?" Ember asked from the table.