Persephone’s smile unfurled slowly — indulgent, dangerous, and far too knowing. “Ridley, ,” she drawled, voice smooth as honeyed venom, “if your goal was to make an entrance, consider it achieved. Half the room forgot how to breathe when you walked in.” She let her gaze drift over Ridley’s dramatic silhouette, then added with a teasing lilt, “It’s giving sea witch royalty — power, allure, and just the right amount of menace. I approve.”
She accepted the offered drink, holding it delicately by the stem, and studied the liquid like she was divining secrets from it. “Divine, you said? Fitting.” Her tone curled into a purr. “But I rarely share drinks, my dear. I prefer toasting to something — or someone — worth remembering.” Her smirk deepened, the faintest flash of amusement glinting behind her lashes. “And you do make a compelling case i must say.
At the mention of plans, Persephone tilted her head, an elegant shoulder rising in mock thought. She lifted her glass in a graceful salute, eyes glittering with challenge. “Stay close, Ridley. I have a feeling the night’s just getting delicious.”
Persephone’s smirk deepened, the kind that suggested she’d been waiting for a cue exactly like this. “Naturally, you could count on me,” she purred, tilting her glass just enough for the light to glimmer on the rim. “Who else appreciates brilliance when they see it?” Her gaze swept over Ridley’s look once more, eyes gleaming with pride and mischief. “You’re the embodiment of temptation tonight—if they don’t fall at your feet, they’re not worth the scuff on your heels.”
At Ridley’s question, Persephone gave a low, thoughtful hum, her eyes flicking toward the glittering crowd. “Someone worth remembering?” she echoed, swirling her drink. “Perhaps. Or perhaps I’m just toasting to the delicious power of us being unforgettable.” Her tone was playful,
She raised her glass to Ridley, her voice dropping into a purr. “As for gossip…hmm Lorelei and Adelaide.. perhaps not so sweet and innocent after all?” A knowing smile tugged at her lips. “Persephone took a slow sip, the picture of composure. “But don’t concern yourself with their scandals, . By the end of the night, they’ll all be talking about us — and isn’t that the the gossip of all?”
