The Regency Astoria’s ballroom shimmered in a thousand reflections of crystal and gold. A soft symphony floated through the air, blending with the murmur of conversation and the clink of champagne flutes. To the outside eye, it was an evening carved from perfection—where art, wealth, and charm danced seamlessly together.
But to Gigi, it felt suffocating. Every time she turned, another face smiled too broadly, another question was angled at her, another reminder that she was standing in a world that could devour her if she misstepped.
She shifted her clutch in her hand, exhaling softly. Just breathe. Smile when you have to. Nothing more.
“Jasmine.”
The sound of her name rolled across the air—smooth, familiar in a way that startled her. She turned, half-expecting Isabella’s voice. Instea
