Cecilia's pov
"I'm not entirely sure either," Yvonne replied, shaking her head slightly, a faint frown forming.
Harper, who'd mostly come along for the adventure and the free champagne, looked around the room with zero recognition.
Even without the masks, she wouldn't have known most of these women anyway--this wasn't her crowd, and definitely not her scene.
Noticing their distracted expressions, I lowered my voice. "What's wrong? Are you getting a weird vibe from this party too?"
Yvonne hesitated, then let out a soft laugh. "I've dealt with Mrs. Dahlia before. She's a big-time philanthropist. She and her husband are the kind of couple who get invited to mayoral galas and charity auctions--not the type running some secret society or pyramid scheme."
She gave a shrug. "Yeah, tonight's
