Thor called out for Celina, but didn’t find her in the dining room or the kitchen.

“Celina?” he called again, puzzled by the silence.

Just as he was about to head up the stairs to look for her, she appeared at the top step.

Thor froze. His breath literally caught in his throat.

Celina descended the staircase with a hypnotic grace.

The emerald green dress hugged her curves elegantly and subtly, the fabric flowing like water with every movement.

Her loose updo left golden strands framing her face, and the soft makeup made her green eyes—intense like a sunlit meadow—stand out even more.

She was the most beautiful sight Thor had ever seen.

Unable to help himself, he extended his hand to her.

“You look… breathtaking,” he said, his voice husky with admiration.

Celina, her expression serene and controlled, accepted his hand and replied simply:

“Thank you.”

No emotion. No sparkle.

Thor felt the chill but ignored it, determined to make this night special.

With a tender smile, he led her toward