Transmigrated Into The True Heiress-Chapter 133: Nervous Smile

Cian clapped his hands together, grinning. "Great! Now that the business talk is over, can we go back to the party? They had some amazing appetizers out there."

Elmira rolled her eyes but stood, her movements as graceful as ever. "Fine. But don’t think this is over. We’ll finalize everything once I have the drive in hand."

Kaelon rose as well, his demeanor calm and composed. "I wouldn’t expect anything less."

As they exited the room, the faint hum of the party grew louder once more.

Once they were back in the ballroom, they went their separate ways while Cian couldn’t help looking around, maybe, just maybe he could see Malia.

"Are you looking for your twin sister?"

"Yes, I haven’t seen her since we arrived. I’m starting to get anxious. What if we don’t see her at all till we leave?" Cian bit his lips. "This is the first chance I’ve got to see her with my eyes since we were separated as babies. I wonder what she would look like?"

"I’m sure you know what she looks like."

"That was only in pictures, this time I’m going to see her face to face." Cian’s gaze darted around the room, scanning the guests in elaborate masks and lavish attire. The soft glow of the chandeliers cast shadows on the figures moving through the ballroom, creating an air of mystery. Despite his casual demeanor, there was a sense of urgency in his movements. Every few seconds, his eyes would flicker toward a new group of people, his anticipation growing. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

"Relax, Cian," Kaelon’s voice came from behind him, a calm, almost amused tone in his words. "She’ll turn up eventually."

Cian’s frustration was palpable, his eyes narrowing as he continued to search. "I just... I need to see her. For the first time, I finally have a chance to see my sister."

Kaelon studied him for a moment, his expression unreadable behind the mask. "I understand. But you can’t force things to happen. If you keep searching like this, you’ll miss her when she’s right in front of you."

Cian huffed, though he couldn’t help but appreciate the calm advice, even if it was infuriating. "Fine. But you’d be anxious too, if you were in my shoes."

Kaelon’s lips twitched slightly, though his gaze remained focused on the crowd. "I’m not a fan of the drama. I prefer to let things unfold naturally."

Cian wasn’t entirely convinced, but he nodded anyway. "Yeah, yeah. Let’s just keep looking. There’s no way I’m leaving without at least seeing her."

The music swelled slightly as a new song played, adding a sense of elegance to the already extravagant atmosphere. Guests continued to dance and mingle, their voices soft and distant, hidden behind the masks that obscured their identities. The air was thick with secrets, whispered conversations, and veiled intentions. Cian couldn’t help but feel a little out of place in it all.

He caught sight of Elmira across the room, engaged in conversation with someone else, but his thoughts quickly returned to his mission—finding Malia. As much as he tried to focus on the current task at hand, a part of him couldn’t shake the thought of what Malia would be like now.

What if she was nothing like he imagined? He clenched his fists, willing himself to remain calm. No matter what, he would make this moment count. He had to.

Kaelon’s voice broke through his anxious thoughts. "If you’re looking for someone who isn’t here, you might want to focus elsewhere."

Cian blinked in confusion, turning toward Kaelon. "What do you mean?"

Kaelon’s gaze shifted toward a group of young women by the buffet table, one of who was smiling, laughing, and chatting animatedly with the girl beside her.

She had caramel skin which complemented her long curly brown hair, packed into a low voluminous ponytail, and she was dressed in a stunning scarlet gown, her mask adorned with a delicate pattern of gold filigree. As Cian’s eyes lingered on her, something about her laugh struck him with a sudden jolt of recognition. It wasn’t just the laugh—it was the way she carried herself, the way her eyes sparkled with a mix of amusement and ease. His breath caught in his throat as the realization hit him.

"That’s her," Cian whispered, his voice barely audible.

Kaelon raised an eyebrow, his expression unreadable but his tone almost teasing. "Is it?"

Cian nodded, unable to look away from the woman in the scarlet gown. His heart raced, a surge of emotions flooding him all at once—excitement, disbelief, and a strange, overwhelming sense of connection. He had waited his whole life for this moment, for this encounter, and now it was finally happening.

Before he could move, Kaelon placed a hand on his shoulder, gently holding him back. "Don’t rush it. You’ll scare her off."

Cian turned to him, frustration bubbling over. "What are you talking about? I’ve waited long enough."

Kaelon’s voice was steady, almost like a calm wind trying to steady a storm. "It’s not about speed. It’s about timing. Let it unfold naturally."

Cian hesitated, his eyes glued to Malia, who had now turned her attention to someone else in the crowd. She laughed again, her voice carrying through the space, and for a fleeting moment, Cian felt like he was hearing the sound of his own heart beating in time with hers.

Cian shook his head, his frustration bubbling beneath the surface. "Let’s wait a bit longer. I don’t want to interrupt them."

Kaelon regarded him silently for a moment, his eyes flicking to the woman in the scarlet gown and then back to Cian. After a beat, he nodded, his voice calm. "Alright."

They stood there, Cian’s gaze fixed on Malia as she continued to chat and laugh, oblivious to the growing tension in his chest. The minutes dragged on, and despite his impatience, Cian remained rooted to the spot, his eyes occasionally flicking to Kaelon, who appeared unfazed by the passage of time.

"I think we can wait a little longer," Cian muttered, his tone taut with anticipation.

Kaelon raised an eyebrow but said nothing. He merely allowed the silence to stretch, his patience in stark contrast to Cian’s growing unease. And so they waited.

Another ten minutes passed. Cian’s fingers twitched with barely contained restlessness, his eyes never straying far from Malia, whose laughter continued to ring through the room. Despite the crowd of masked figures around them, Cian felt like he was locked in a bubble, all his focus trained on her.

"Just a little longer," Cian urged, almost to himself, though Kaelon heard him clearly.

With a soft sigh, Kaelon gave a subtle nod, his gaze never leaving Cian. They lingered in the quiet space between them, the music swaying in the background as time dragged on.

Thirty minutes passed.

Finally, the girl in black, the one who had been engaged in conversation with Malia, stood up and made her way through the crowd. The space between them had cleared, and Cian’s heart raced, his pulse quickening.

"Alright," he murmured, his voice tight with both excitement and hesitation. "I’m going."

Kaelon gave him an encouraging smile, his expression unreadable. "Go ahead."

Cian took a deep breath, his body tense as he made his way toward Malia. Every step felt heavier than the last, and his mind raced with a thousand thoughts, all jumbled and overwhelming. As he approached her, the words he had rehearsed seemed to slip away, leaving him only with a nervous smile and a shaky greeting.

"Hello," he said, his voice softer than he intended. The pleasantries flowed out awkwardly, and before he could say anything more, the pressure of the moment became too much. He fumbled with his words, the weight of the moment pressing down on him.

Malia, still smiling, turned her attention to him, but the initial warmth of her laughter faded as Cian stumbled over his next words. The awkwardness was palpable, and before long, he found himself retreating, unable to hold onto the moment he had waited for.

"I, uh, I’ll—" Cian stammered, his face flushing as he quickly excused himself. He rushed back to Kaelon’s side, feeling his heart race in his chest as he struggled to regain his composure.

Kaelon, ever composed, looked at him with a faint smile. "How’d it go?"

Cian let out a frustrated breath, running a hand through his hair. "I—well, it didn’t go exactly as planned."

Kaelon chuckled softly, his eyes still gleaming with the quiet amusement that always seemed to linger around him. "It rarely does."

Cian, still trying to steady his breath, nodded in silent agreement but all their attention was drawn to the video playing on the screen on the stage.