The chandelier shimmered above with an air of refined opulence, casting soft, fractured light across the room filled with an exclusive blend of elegance and indulgence. The murmur of laughter, subtle yet unmistakable, drifted alongside the scent of high-end perfumes that whispered of mystery and allure. Moving fluidly among the crowd, Lena barely brushed past others, her presence quiet yet captivating in its restraint, like a secret only a few were aware of. Then she saw him—Vincent. He stood at the bar with the kind of ease that suggested a quiet dominance, the low light casting shadows across his composed face, his grip firm around a glass of whiskey. There was something magnetic about him, a confidence that set him apart, drawing her like a magnet.
Perfect.
Drawing a breath, Lena smoo
