Rose’s POV

The moment we entered, something changed in the atmosphere.

Thick, charged, and resonant with something forbidden.

Gone were their masks of grace and smiling civility. Now their faces were revealed, but their mystery only deepened.

The grand hallway was dim, illuminated only by soft, crystal chandeliers. Velvet draping fell in soft, plush folds against walls, and fine cigars and old whiskey filled the air. The low, sensual thump of sound systems hidden behind walls ...