Eliara's POV
The grand hall shimmered under a thousand lights, the Lancaster estate alive with the clinking of champagne flutes, soft jazz, and murmured conversation. It was yet another society function, one of many I now have to attend by Jasail's side. My body fit into the elegance of it all, my dress custom-made, my makeup flawless, but my heart felt like a foreign object lodged in my chest.
Since the scandal surrounding Serena's "return" had stirred the media, Jasail had taken a calculated approach to my presence, he brought me almost everywhere he goes, It was strategic, of course, appearances were powerful currency in this world. The sight of me standing beside the cold, unreadable Lancaster heir spoke volumes to the onlookers, volumes I really don't quite understand yet.
Tonigh
