Sienna povThe night was cold, the kind of bitter chill that cut straight through your clothes and to the bone, but it didn’t matter. Inside, the Winter Gala was in full swing—an endless cascade of glittering gowns, sharply cut tuxedos, and smiles that never quite reached the eyes. The grand ballroom of the university was decked out in gold and silver, its high ceilings adorned with sparkling chandeliers that reflected the soft glow of hundreds of candles. The air was thick with the hum of ...