Chapter 807: A Match Made in Heaven

"Silence!" The shout cut through the hall. The entire studio fell so quiet you could hear the hum of the lights. Every gaze, one after another, landed on Tacito Temple. People could hardly believe their eyes. Tacito had traded his worn casual clothes for a black suit. In the studio lights, inky strands of hair fell across his forehead. His dark eyes glinted like starlight. The curve of his mouth-half-smile, half-secret-gave him an air that was mysterious and unexpectedly gentle. Especially in...