Mason’s POV

The studio was buzzing with anticipation. The lights dimmed to just the right degree of intimacy.

The place looked incredible; Nadia had really outdone herself this time. Fairy lights were strung across the ceiling, casting a warm glow over the crowd as the music pulsed through the speakers. But, despite how great everything looked, I could tell Nadia was on edge.

She stood near the makeshift stage, trying to greet guests, but her smile was ...