Anyta
As I stepped into the grand dining hall, I was struck by the warm glow of the chandeliers. The air was filled with the sweet scent of roses and the rich aroma of wine, all highlighted by the gentle hum of conversation. The long tables were neatly set, with crisp white linen, sparkling crystal, and silverware that shone like it had just been polished.
It was exactly as I remembered it. And yet, walking through those doors again felt like stepping into a battlefield.
Every head turned when I entered. Some faces lit with curiosity, others with recognition. Whispers followed me like shadows, brushing against my skin until I almost laughed.
They hadn’t changed. The Ashbournes still thrived on gossip and drama, and tonight, I was their entertainment.
I walked with steady steps, heels
