Eva's Point Of ViewThe grand ballroom of the Vale estate glimmers under a canopy of crystal chandeliers. Their light fractures across polished marble floors, scattering patterns that dance over velvet gowns and tuxedos. Guests chatter and clink champagne flutes, their laughter a smooth veneer over the undercurrent of ambition, gossip, and unspoken alliances. I move through the crowd, heels clicking softly, my eyes scanning, alert. The opulence doesn’t calm me. It never does. Something in the air feels charged, anticipatory, like the estate itself is holding its breath.My attention flickers to the edge of the room—a figure, small against the glittering backdrop, draped in black. A mask conceals her features, but her presence is unmistakable, deliberate. She doesn’t mingle, doesn’t laugh. She simply observes. A shiver runs down my spine, not entirely rational, and I tighten my grip on my clutch. Something tells me she’s not here for the champagne.I pass the marble staircase, pretendi
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