Kevan did not hesitate in picking Larissa up—bridal style. He made sure that his arm was pinning her skirt in place to preserve her modesty.

The hall became abuzz with chatter again.

The guests came over with concern for Larissa's injury.

"Is Ms. Seymour alright?"

"Is she hurt?"

"Is it serious?"

"Get a doctor to take a look at it!"

…

Kevan still ignored everyone. He only asked Larissa, "Where's your room?"

Larissa bore the pain as well as she could as she pointed to the stairs. "The sec