Sienna pov

The air in the ballroom seemed to thicken as the night wore on, the glamour of the Winter Gala felt like a mask—one that hid the tension simmering just beneath the surface. Guests laughed and mingled, glasses clinked, and the orchestra played soft, elegant music. But for all the elegance around me, the world felt like it was starting to crumble. Every minute that passed made it more obvious that tonight was not going to be the celebration I’d hoped for.

I glanced around the ...