Dahlia’s POVThe Grand Ballroom at The Savoy was a dizzying, suffocating sea of flashbulbs, champagne flutes, and whispered high-society gossip.Crystal chandeliers hung like frozen waterfalls from the vaulted ceiling, casting a warm amber glow over London's elite. Designers, venture capitalists, and old-money dynasties mingled beneath the gilded arches for the annual European Fashion and Trade Gala.I stood near the edge of the velvet-draped balcony, holding an untouched glass of sparkling water. I wore a bespoke, floor-length gown of midnight-blue silk, its liquid fabric clinging to my waist before trailing gracefully across the floor. The high, structured collar elegantly concealed the faint scar near my hairline, while dark sapphire studs caught the light at my ears."You look breathtaking, Dahlia," Alexander murmured, stepping beside me in an open-collared tuxedo.He offered a polite smile to a passing trade director before turning his grey eyes toward me."Though I notice you ha
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