The silence that followed her introduction did not break immediately.
It stretched across the room, heavy and deliberate, as though every person seated at the table needed a moment longer than usual to process what had just been said.
Amelia Hart. The name lingered in the air, but it no longer carried the simplicity it once might have. Now it carried weight, uncertainty, and something far more unsettling, significance.
Amelia remained where she stood, composed in a way that did not feel forced or rehearsed. There was no sign of discomfort in her posture, no hesitation in the way she held herself. If anything, she looked as though she had walked into a space she already understood, a space she had long been a part of, even if no one else had realized it until now. That quiet confidence
