The ballroom that night was filled with crystal light, glasses clinking against each other, along with soft classical music. The students gathered in their best gowns and tuxedos, creating an atmosphere that was almost like a fairy tale.
The main door opened. Suddenly the noisy voices faded. Right in front of it, stood a figure that made the entire room silent.
Athena Lennox.
She went alone.
Her steps were slow but very confident. A dark wine-colored satin dress hugged her body perfectly. No excessive decorations, no flashy jewelry—just her simple but stunning self. Her hair was tied half up, with strands left to fall framing her face.
Only this kind of dress and appearance could Athena show to everyone. Simple but, according to Zara, very beautiful. Athena's confidence increased beca
