Amelia POV

The soft hum of classical music drifted through the air, warm and golden like the chandelier lights suspended above the hall. The engagement party had been going on for an hour now—an elegant, quiet celebration designed with the kind of wealth that whispered rather than shouted. White roses floated in tall crystal vases, soft candlelight flickered across marble floors, and every corner was filled with polished faces from Ethan’s world. Business moguls, investors, polished ...