The second Emilia stepped out of the sleek, black car, she felt it. Apart from shuddering from a slight evening chill, there was that prickly sensation cosying up the back of her neck, like a pair of invisible eyes were studying her every move.
The front of the grand venue bathed in golden glow-opulence, which almost choked. Glittering shiny decors hung from there, casting an artificial glow above the high society gathering. The air was thick with the scent of wealth and power, expensive perfumes, and laughter that were obviously fake - all brought to sharpness by a thousand knives of politeness.
Emilia took a deep breath, shakily adjusting the shawl on her shoulder. She felt it again - like someone’s eyes were on her as if someone was watching her. She brushed it off, but the feeling d
