(Celeste’s POV)
The ballroom shimmered like a treasure chest of dreams—gilded walls sparkled under the glow of crystal chandeliers, while polished floors mirrored the lavishness of the night. As I crossed the threshold, I embraced an air of confidence, allowing the soft click of my heels to herald my entrance into this enchanting scene.
The air was thick with ambition and pretense. I could see it in the forced smiles, the hollow laughter, the way everyone sized each other up while pretending to be friends.
It was perfect.
I let my lips curve into a soft smile, just enough to seem approachable, not enough to betray my thoughts. My gown, a deep emerald green, hugged my body like a lover, shimmering subtly with every step. I knew how to turn heads without looking like I was trying to—and
