The moment I stepped into the hall, the sheer grandeur almost stopped me in my tracks. So this is the Hall of Fame of Delacroix. I had heard whispers of its splendor, of how only the richest, most profound people of the city could afford to host anything here, but words hadn’t done it justice.
Crystal chandeliers sparkled from the ceiling, their golden glow bouncing off polished marble floors. Silk curtains, embroidered with intricate patterns, draped along the walls. Each table glistened with silverware and wine glasses that looked like they’d never been touched by mortal hands. The air was thick with perfume, wealth, and quiet arrogance.
I walked deeper into the hall with Mia standing at my side, my eyes were scanning everything. Already, the place was filled with men in sharp suits an
