The venue was nothing short of extravagant—an exclusive, high-end ballroom in the heart of the city, rented out for Bianca’s grand soul-bonding celebration. Crystal chandeliers bathed the room in warm golden light, illuminating the sleek marble floors and towering floral arrangements. Waiters in crisp uniforms weaved through the crowd, balancing trays of champagne and delicate hors d’oeuvres.
Laughter and conversation swirled through the space, a perfect illusion of elegance and joy. But beneath the polished smiles and flowing champagne, an uneasy tension simmered.
Sylvia felt it pressing against her chest like a heavy weight.
Julian stood beside her, his grip firm on her waist—a silent claim of ownership as they made their rounds. He had been watching her closely all evening, his usual
