We moved through the crowd, away from the music, the laughter, the lights. And the further we walked, the quieter it became.
The noise faded behind us, replaced by the soft echo of our footsteps along the corridor. The air shifted too… cooler, more still, like we had stepped into a different space entirely.
A private and more isolated place. Exactly what he wanted. Precisely what I expected.
We stopped in front of a large door at the end of the hallway.
Wallace glanced at me briefly, a small smile tugging at his lips before he reached for the handle.
“Wait till you see this,” he said.
The door opened. And for a moment, I said nothing.
The room was dimly lit, bathed in a warm golden glow from scattered candles placed carefully around the space.
A small table stood near the window,
