The DeLacroix estate loomed before them like a forgotten palace—its towering iron gates stretching high into the night sky, flanked by rows of marble statues and trimmed hedges. Classical music drifted through the air, mixing with the soft hum of conversation and the delicate chime of crystal glasses.
Mia stepped out of the sleek black car first, the curve-hugging black dress clinging to her every move. Her hair was swept back in an elegant twist, and a diamond necklace glittered at her throat. But beneath the glamour, her eyes were sharp, scanning the crowd for threats.
Liam joined her, adjusting the cuffs of his tailored tuxedo. He looked cold, detached—a predator dressed in silk and shadow. His gaze followed Mia as she walked toward the grand entrance, heels clicking against the marbl
