I didn’t know much about La Serata Nera. I had only seen glimpses of it on television—rich, powerful men in expensive suits, their wives and girlfriends dressed like queens. It was a night where secrets were shared behind polite smiles, where alliances were made, and enemies pretended to be friends.
And now, I was going.
Evening arrived quickly, and before I knew it, Hailey was in my room, holding a black shimmering gown. It had a high turtle neck, long flowing sleeves, and hugged the body just right. It was elegant but not too revealing—thankfully.
She handed it to me without a word, waiting as I put it on. Then, she moved on to my hair. She curled it softly, letting it fall down my back in loose waves. After that, she applied light makeup—just enough to highlight my features. A little
