Kael’s POVThe Badrutt Grand Ballroom in Zurich was blinding. Crystal chandeliers hung low from the gilded ceiling, casting sharp, glittery light over the sea of high-society elites, foreign diplomats, and corporate titans. The air was thick with the scent of expensive champagne, heavy velvet, and suffocating hypocrisy.I stood near the entrance, smoothing down the fabric of my simple midnight-blue silk dress. It was elegant, but understated far too modest for an event where women wore fortunes around their necks."Table 24, ma'am," the usher said, barely glancing at me as he pointed toward the darkest corner of the room, right next to the kitchen doors.Table 24.The peripheral table reserved for minor press, forgotten donors, and unwanted guests.I didn't argue. I walked calmly across the polished hardwood, feeling the subtle prickle of eyes on my back. I could hear the hushed whispers rippling through the crowd like dry leaves in the wind."Is that her? Banjo Vance’s hidden wife?"
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