The orchestra’s music swelled gently through the glittering ballroom. Laughter floated in the air. Crystal glasses clinked. Everything was perfect.

Too perfect.

Camilia stood alone near the edge of the crowd, trying to steady her breath after Donatello’s unsettling gaze. She pressed a hand against her stomach, grounding herself.

You cannot break here… not tonight.

But then—

A sudden stir rippled through the hall.

People straightened. Eyes widened. Whispering spread like ...