Selene’s POV
The moment we stepped out of a black car, I knew I wasn’t even prepared for this.
The sky above was dyed in hues of deep blue and charcoal, the last sliver of sunset hiding behind skyscrapers like a shy secret. The glass building before us glistened with golden lights from the inside, and the revolving doors reflected my gown like a mirror spinning my nerves in slow motion.
Rachel walked ahead of me confidently, her hair swept up into a sleek twist, a glittering black mask in one hand. “Come on, Selene,” she called over her shoulder, “we’re already a little late.”
I swallowed thickly and followed her inside.
The lobby was quiet, muted by classical music playing from somewhere above. Gold-trimmed elevators opened and closed like magic doors. We stepped in, and Rachel press
