Birthday party
Alara’s POV I should’ve expected something extravagant. Nothing Ace Wolfe did was ever subtle. From the black card to the penthouse, from diamond-studded gifts to whispered names behind closed doors—he existed in a world where “too much” didn’t exist. But still… nothing prepared me for this. The ballroom was a cathedral of opulence. Dozens of crystal chandeliers hung like stars overhead, scattering light over marble floors and towering arrangements of white orchids and blush roses. The air smelled of power, perfume, and candle wax. And all of it—for me. My birthday. I stood at the edge of the mezzanine, looking down as senators, CEOs, celebrities, and elites mingled like they belonged to the same bloodline. Cameras flashed subtly from behind velvet ropes. Waiters in white gloves flo
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