Nova Jin adjusted the silver filigree mask at the strap, smoothing her cocktail dress as she stepped into the grand foyer of the Crystal Museum. Chandeliers of faceted glass rained prisms of light across marble floors. Tonight's gala—hosted by NovaGene's philanthropic arm—would raise funds for the Phoenix Institute's new pediatric wing. Leo, curled asleep in Xander's arms at home, would miss his mother's “princess party," but his safety mattered most.
Selene Park appeared at Nova's side, dark hair pinned up, a simple black mask concealing half her face. “Status report?"
Nova tilted her head to watch the guests: diplomats in tailored gowns, tech magnates in velvet dinner jackets, servers bearing trays of champagne. “All clear. Security's tighter than Fort Knox." She offered Selene a guidi
