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I stutter like an idiot, not knowing how to describe her divine wolf form. “Well, no. We were too busy running to stop and take a look.” she replies with a sharp edge. She goes to look down before realising that in this form she needs to look back to see herself. “Am I GOLD?” she breathes. “Rose gold, to be precise.” Christian confirms. Because the pink hue of her glossy coat is what matters right now.

I gasped unknowingly, my mouth hung slightly apart. Vivianne was standing in a black outfit that shimmered with every move she made. "This is one of our best sellers. The Passion Glitter Diana Dress. This stunning gown features shimmering glitter fabric with an elegant off-the-shoulder neckline, figure-flattering ruching, and a daring slit. Not too revealing, is it?"

With a soft pop, it shot sparkling glitter into the air above them. Then, with a great whoosh, real fireworks began to explode high in the sky above them, great, beautiful bursts of gold and silver that cracked and bloomed, lighting up the whole night. "You... you planned all this?" Calla asked Killian, who was now standing and carefully sliding the perfect ring onto her finger. It felt cool and heavy, a wonderful new weight. "For you," he whispered, pulling her close and kissing her as the glitter fell around them like happy, colorful rain. "Everything is for you."

"So, what? We’re ruling out all reds?" "Not all. Just boring ones." She hums quietly, her eyes scanning and scrutinizing our selection like she is a grumpy wealthy old woman. I shake my head, picking up a shimmering violet polish. "What about this one?" Her eyes light up. "Ooooh." She grabs the bottle from me, inspecting it. "This one has glitter in it." I smirk. "Thought you wanted to look sparkly?" "You're right!" She says excitedly before shoving her tiny foot towards me. "Purple with glitter it is!"

Inara said and they all looked at her. “See, she knows what she’s talking about. Forget the glitter … there is no glitter,” Besnik said. “What is this glitter for the vampires?” Granit asked and Inara laughed again. “It’s a different movie and not applicable here at all. Bes is right, forget that glitter exists,” Inara said. “Okay, glitter does not exist,” Kadri said as he wiped his mouth. “I understand now. No glitter ever.”

The Next Day. The Welcome Gala shimmered like a dream dipped in gold. Crystal chandeliers scattered warm light across the ballroom, reflecting off silver trays carried by gliding waiters. Soft orchestral music floated through the air, mingling with the low murmur of powerful voices– industry giants, venture capitalists, innovators from across the world. Kiara stood near the tall glass windows, the lake’s evening lights mirrored behind her like scattered shards. Her gown, a sleek emerald silk, hugged her figure with quiet confidence. She felt the tiniest tremor in her fingertips, but her posture remained flawless.

Not the white, impossible brilliance Adelaide carried like a secret star. Gold. Dense. Ancient-looking. The kind that didn’t sparkle but glowed, as if heated from the inside by a memory older than the stone itself. It bled through the projection in clean filaments, not as chaos, but as design, the way scripture appears when fire licks ink from a hidden page. A murmur broke loose around the table, quickly strangled back into silence. The sound died so fast it left a vacuum behind it, and in that vacuum the chamber’s heat seemed to press closer, eager to hear what Apollo would do.

Its surface caught the dim light like a captured fire. Only when he was satisfied did he glance up, wiping his hands on his apron. A smirk was formed on his lips. “It is really difficult to divide my attention while I am working, sire, forgive my manners.” He said jokingly. I shrugged, acting as casual as I would ever be. “That is not a problem. In fact, that's what I like about you the most.” I stepped closer to admire the ring. “And you always look like you're conjuring magic.” Gira chuckled, turning the piece between his fingers, inspecting it from every angle. “Gold has to be tamed, he said. “It is stubborn. But if you're patient enough, it will bend to your will.”

Like every inch of this glittering space had been stitched for their feet alone. And the way they looked at each other—gods. Not just with flirtation, but with calculation. Every glance held weight. Every step echoed with meaning. These were not students playing dress-up. They were wolves measuring worth with the tilt of a chin, the gleam of a cufflink, the name stitched into the lining of a cloak no one dared touch. I saw rings that pulsed faintly with magic, bracelets woven with ancestral iron, hairpins that shimmered like runes pressed against snow.

Flecks of gold glittered among the tiles as they captured the light from the magnificent brass chandelier that hung from the middle of the ceiling. “Wow, this place is enormous.” Ruby’s eyes danced all over the vast space, her posture stiffened and her fingers clung hold of my arm tighter. “I’m a klutz, I’d be so scared of breaking any of this stuff. It looks old and old stuff tends to be worth a lot,” she commented.