-POV Derby
The Grand Horizon didn’t just look expensive; it looked exclusive. It was the kind of venue that didn't need a sign outside because if you belonged there, you already knew the address.
Stepping out of the elevator into the main ballroom felt like breaking into a private fortress. The air was thick with the scent of white orchids, crystal-clear champagne, and the suffocating weight of old money. Massive crystal chandeliers hung from the vaulted ceilings, casting a brilliant, unforgiving light over the crowd below. Everywhere I looked, diamonds caught the glare, flashing like warning signals.
I took a slow, shallow breath, my hand instinctively dropping to smooth down the front of my fifty-dollar black slip dress. In the quiet safety of my bathroom mirror, the silk had felt ele
