Dario's POV
As I stepped into the grand ballroom of the Carver's mansion, I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe. The room was dripping in opulence, with crystal chandeliers refracting light across the marble floors. Gold accents glinted from every corner, and the air was thick with the scent of wealth and privilege.
I glanced around, taking in the sea of familiar faces. The cream of society had turned out in force, all of them eager to see and be seen. People would sell their souls for an invite from the Carver's.
But as I scanned the room, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. People were whispering, their eyes darting towards us with a mixture of curiosity and disdain.
Sofia's fake smile was starting to falter, and my grandfather's eyes looked like they were boring
