The grand ballroom pulsated with vibrant energy of the high-class soiree. Crystal chandeliers hung like celestial bodies from the ceiling, casting their shimering light across the marble floor. Every corner of the room screemed with luxury.
Nicholas had gone off to discuss with some of his friends, leaving me to navigate through this place all on my own. I felt odd and out of place, clinging to the refreshment table; at least here I didn’t attract much attention like I did at the entrance. The last thing I need write now is more people staring at the ‘long-lost Forbes daughter.’
I felt like an animal in a circus, on full display, and forced to perform in a way the audience approved. I swept my gaze through the hall, taking a sip of lemonade and watching as the guest moved through the spa
