The Heiress Who Came Back
"The louder she speaks, the harder she’ll fall when I cut the floor out from under her."
The Grand Hotel ballroom was a cavern of Gilded Age excess, dripping with crystal chandeliers and the heavy perfume of the city’s elite. As Evelyn entered, the room didn't just go quiet; it froze. She was draped in a gown of midnight blue that seemed to swallow the light, her presence radiating a cold, magnetic authority that made the "disgraced heiress" label feel like a bad joke.
Lucas was the first to approach, his face a mask of practiced regret. Beside him, Iris clung to his arm, her eyes darting around like a trapped animal. She looked frantic, her makeup a fraction too heavy to hide the exhaustion
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