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"I'll be done with the dresses before the end of this week." Madame Iverra gathered her things swiftly, bowed once more, and swept out of the room. Lady Storm set down her teacup, her eyes returning to me with calm precision. "You'll have a great deal to do in the next few days," she said. "The reception will take place at the end of the week. Word travel fast among the gentry and they've waited long enough to see the new lady storm." I nodded, heart picking up pace.

Every frame was a silent indictment of the Wolfe empire. "He can't release this," I whispered, my fingers trembling on the glass. "This isn't a book launch. This is a declaration of war." Before I could call him, my phone buzzed. It was a calendar invite: *Celebratory Lunch - The Ivy. 1:00 PM. Just us. I met Nathan at the restaurant, my pulse hammering in my ears. He was already seated at a secluded corner table, looking relaxed and victorious. "Lena," he stood up, his smile as bright as the midday sun. "Did you see the teaser? The metrics from the focus groups are off the charts. People love a 'Phoenix rising from the ashes' story."

Golden lights illuminated the tower building while fountains danced elegantly at the entrance. Luxury vehicles lined the driveway one after another. Rolls-Royce SUVs Bentleys Ferraris Lamborghinis Every arrival drew fresh excitement from the crowd gathered outside even though the event was strictly by invitation, other people still hung around outside hoping to get an up close view of their favorite celebrity. The annual Onyx gala wasn’t merely an entertainment event. It was where billion dollar partnerships were born. Political alliances were strengthened and social reputations were made or destroyed… This year masquerade theme exuded an irresistible air of mystery. Women dressed in breatht

Summer The digital invitation arrived on a bleak Tuesday evening, exactly fourteen days before the event, buried beneath a mountain of unread press releases and court docket alerts. It popped up on my screen with a soft, bright notification that felt entirely out of place in my cramped Brooklyn kitchen. EASTERN HIGH METROPOLITAN ALUMNI MIXER The Foundry — Soho, New York City. 7:00 PM till Late. Reconnect. Rebuild. Remember. I stared at the minimalist, glossy P*F layout.

"I'm ready." The Ravenstone City event fills the bookstore beyond capacity, people sitting on the floor and standing in the aisles, and I see Daniel slip in at the back just before I start reading. I chose a passage about the moment I realized I'd disappeared, and my voice stays steady even though my hands shake slightly. When I finish, the applause is deafening, and the bookstore owner opens the floor for questions. Hands shoot up immediately, and I point to a young woman in the third row.

I started. "I have connections," Joella said mysteriously. "By which I mean I slept with one of the promoters like six months ago and he still feels guilty about ghosting me afterward. Works in our favor." The interior of Onyx was stunning—all dark surfaces and strategic lighting that made everything look expensive and exclusive. The main floor had a massive bar that stretched the entire length of one wall, backed by shelves of premium liquor bottles that were lit from behind. The dance floor was already packed with bodies moving to music that pulsed through speakers I couldn't see but could definitely feel vibrating through the floor.

The nerves are starting to kick in. I am hit with the scent of lemongrass when I walk into Onyx’s room. There are three tables set up for us to get massages. Two hunky looking masseuse and a woman for Storm, you know she has a mate and all, they are awaiting us with cucumber water. I decided to go with a deep tissue massage, goddess knows I need it.

Sofia asked, linking arms with Elena. “Exhausting,” Elena groaned. “My hand feels broken.” Killian laughed. “That’s the sign of a true scholar.” “Or a true victim,” Elena muttered. James grinned. “Well, then tonight calls for celebration. Club night! Drinks, music, dancing. It’s mandatory. We need to wash the taste of existential dread out of our mouths with overpriced vodka.” “Yes! Absolutely!” Sofia agreed, bouncing on her heels. “The new place downtown, ‘Onyx.’ I heard it’s impossible to get in, but David’s cousin knows the bouncer.”

After a change of clothes and attending to the hunger of his belly, he was on his way, gliding down the busy streets of the metropolis. He was soon parked in his preferred spot at Webster Hall. He slid out of his car and made his way to the club's private entrance. The quiet evening was filled with the mumbles and chatter of people queuing for entry. The bouncer nodded as he walked into the sea of boozy people dancing to the beat of the tunes. Onyx made his way through the crowd to the bar and sat on the stool. His drink was brought to him, and as he held the cold glass in his hand, he gazed out over the crowd swaying to the music.

"Is Bennett mad at you." "No, Grace, it's fine. It was my fault as much as yours, I should have been more responsible. And no, Bennett has been very understanding, he's not mad at me at all. Don't worry about it," Eden replied. "That's great to hear. So I'm hosting a party on Friday night, and no don't worry it's not a party full of rowdy drunk teenagers dancing on tables and humping anything they can grab. It's a sophisticated party where a lot of important people in the fashion industry are invited. I'm hosting this party to personally invite some of these people to attend my store opening on Sunday. I would love it if you and Bennett could come," Grace pleaded. She suddenly thought of one