Leah's POV
The dressing room was the epitome of opulence. As I stepped inside, the soft glow of crystal chandeliers hanging from the high ceiling enveloped me, their light cascading like shimmering waterfalls over a piano. Plush, velvet couches in deep burgundy and emerald green were strategically placed for maximum comfort, luring anyone to sink in and relax. The air carried a subtle blend of sandalwood and cigarette smoke.
Behind a curtain, I caught sight of Finn's tall, dark figure. He was leaning against the balcony, smoking and staring into the distance. When he noticed my presence, he turned back slowly, maintaining a calm demeanor. The servants left, closing the door behind them. We were alone in the dressing room.
"I didn't know you smoked," I said.
"There are many things you d
