|| Lilac’s POV ||

The day of the party arrived sooner than expected, as if time itself had conspired to push us toward the inevitable. Moonvale’s grand hall was a sight to behold, bathed in the soft glow of chandeliers and the flickering light of countless candles. The air was thick with the scent of blooming flowers and the rich aroma of roasted meats and spiced wines. The room buzzed with laughter and conversation, the clinking of glasses, and the occasional burst of music from ...