Sebastian “Mr. Williams, your grandfather is asking for you. He’d like to see you now.” My jaw tightened, but I gave a curt nod. “I’ll be there.” The hall was alive with chatter as I made my way out, the kind of polished noise that only ever reminded me of masks. Still, I caught glimpses of her—Celeste—moving through the crowd, calm and radiant, keeping everything together as if this night belonged to her. And in a way, it did. When I reached the private lounge, the heavy doors muffled the sounds of the party behind me. My grandfather sat in his usual chair, dignified, unbothered by the noise of celebration outside. “Grandfather,” I greeted, bowing my head slightly. His eyes, sharp even with age, studied me for a long moment before a faint smile tugged at his mouth. “I hear you’ve brought someone with you tonight.” I blinked, then understood. “Ms. Shawn.” “Yes,” he said, rolling it around as though testing the weight of it. “I’ve been hearing quite a bit. They say she h
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