The War God Alpha's Arranged Bride (Evelyn and Alexander) novel Chapter 250

**Steps Along Forgotten Roads**
**By Sophia Reed**
**Chapter 250: Light Gallery**

**Judy’s POV**

As I approached the venue, a myriad of emotions swirled within me, but I certainly didn’t anticipate stepping into a vibrant light show gallery. The atmosphere was electric, buzzing with the chatter of excited voices and the laughter of friends and families. It was an open-air affair, and the spectacle unfolding before my eyes was nothing short of breathtaking. The artwork, crafted by packmates from distant corners, was illuminated in a way that made each piece shimmer with life. I felt my heart race as we strolled through this mesmerizing outdoor gallery, my senses alive with wonder.

Walter had assured me that formal attire was unnecessary for this gathering, so I opted for a comfortable yet stylish pair of jeans paired with a blouse that offered a hint of allure without being overtly distracting. I wanted to look nice but not too much. Max, our ever-reliable driver, had dropped us off and remained in the car, allowing us to immerse ourselves in the artistic experience. The tantalizing aroma of food wafted through the air, and I noticed several food trucks parked along the roadside. Walter suggested we sample some of the offerings, and I eagerly agreed, my stomach rumbling in anticipation.

“Where did you even hear about this place?” I inquired, my hands clutching my corn dog as Walter savored his chili dog. I chuckled inwardly at the sight of him, a man accustomed to fine dining, now indulging in such casual fare. It felt like a delightful contrast to our previous night of luxury.

He took a hearty bite of his chili dog, a bit of sauce smudging his cheek. He quickly washed it down with a generous gulp from his oversized soda.

“Irene mentioned it,” he confessed, shrugging nonchalantly. My heart sank at the mention of her name, a frown creeping onto my lips.

“What do you mean?” I probed, trying to mask the unease bubbling within me.

“She mentioned wanting to check it out. I thought it would be a fun outing for us,” he replied, his tone casual, but I could sense an underlying tension.

I glanced around, my heart heavy. “Did she say anything about coming tonight?” I asked, my voice betraying my anxiety. The last thing I wanted was for Ethan to make an appearance.

Walter’s gaze softened. “I think she might have changed her mind. Lately, she and Ethan have been arguing quite a bit. I don’t think she was in the mood for a night out.”

I nodded, biting my lower lip in contemplation. Ethan’s recent behavior had been anything but subtle, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that it would inevitably impact his relationship with Irene. If they were to break up, I feared Gavin would hold me responsible, and I had no doubt he would fire me without a second thought.

“This is surprisingly delicious,” Walter remarked, taking another generous bite of his chili dog. “Who knew such messy food could taste so good?”

I couldn’t help but smile, my spirits lifting slightly as I grabbed a napkin. I stepped closer to him, instinctively reaching out to wipe the sauce from his cheek.

“Um, everybody,” I teased playfully, my heart fluttering at the closeness.

Once we finished our meals, we disposed of our trash and continued to wander through the gallery. One sculpture, in particular, captured my attention—a stunning piece crafted from white marble. It depicted a woman with long, flowing hair that cascaded gracefully around her narrow waist. She wore an elegant gown that accentuated her curves, smiling up at the sky, her eyes fixed on the moon above, arms outstretched as if yearning to grasp the stars. Wrapped in shimmering lights, she illuminated the gallery with a soft glow.

“Who is she?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper as I gazed into the marble eyes of the statue.

“I believe she represents the Moon Goddess,” Walter replied, his voice filled with reverence.

“She’s breathtaking,” I breathed, captivated by the artistry.

Walter took my hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “She truly is,” he said, his gaze shifting from the statue to me. My cheeks flushed under his scrutiny, realizing he was referencing me.

The evening unfolded like a dream; the soft notes of jazz floated through the air, blending with the hushed conversations of the guests, creating an atmosphere that felt almost sacred.

“I adore this song,” Walter said, closing his eyes and swaying gently to the soothing melody.

Raising my brows in surprise, I ventured, “You’re a fan of jazz?”

He opened one eye, a playful smirk dancing on his lips. “Absolutely. I listen to it often back in France. It brings back memories of home.”

“I know you’ve only been away for a few days, but do you miss it?”

He shrugged, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. “Yes and no. I miss my friends and my company, but there’s something special here that I can’t find back there.”

Curiosity piqued, I watched him sway to the music, humming along with the instruments. “And what might that be?”

He looked at me, his expression contemplative, extending his hand for me to take. I hesitated, unsure if I should accept. But his wide, boyish grin melted my reservations, and I slipped my hand into his, letting him draw me into his embrace. With an arm wrapped around my waist, he held my other hand delicately in his. We began to sway together, and as if caught in a magical moment, he twirled me around, pulling me back into his warmth.

“You,” he finally said, dipping me low, my head tilting back as I lost myself in the moment. He pulled me back up, and our dancing drew the attention of others, who smiled and watched us with delight. Some couples joined in, swaying to the rhythm alongside us.

“You have a way with words, Mr. Landry,” I teased as he twirled me again. This time, he spun me a bit faster, and I nearly stumbled, instinctively wrapping my arm around his neck to steady myself, bringing our bodies even closer.

A flutter of excitement raced through me as we found ourselves mere inches apart, our breaths mingling in the warm night air.

“I only speak the truth, Miss Montague,” he replied, dipping me low once more.

As the song came to a close, we were met with applause, and I couldn’t help but smile, giving a shy wave to our small audience. Walter chuckled, guiding me away from the crowd. We took a leisurely stroll, gazing up at the twinkling stars and the radiant moon that bathed us in its glow.

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