At a ballroom, people were glowing under the light of the crystal chandeliers, as different scents mixed together.

The elites in New York had come together, dressed to impress and also to Converse, mostly with ulterior motives.

Roxanne was already getting used to these kinds of gatherings. But tonight, something felt off.

There was this tension in the air, something she could not quite place.

Her husband was beside her with his tailored black suit enhancing his sharp features.

His ...