The masquerade gala grew livelier as the evening wore on.
The demonstrations on the central stage had given way to music and conversation, while servers moved elegantly through the ballroom carrying trays of champagne and hors d'oeuvres. Crystal chandeliers cast warm pools of light over polished marble floors, and masks of every design concealed familiar faces, making the room feel strangely mysterious.
Aria had relaxed considerably since arriving.
Although she still felt out of place among so many experienced members, Dominic's quiet presence had grounded her throughout the evening.
Unfortunately, that presence was becoming increasingly difficult to keep.
"Master Dominic!"
A distinguished older gentleman approached with a warm smile, extending his hand.
"I've been hoping to discuss
