After all the shocking chaos, Sarah was still rooted to the spot, holding a glass of champagne that she had not touched at all.
The crystal flute sparkled under the chandelier’s glow, but her grip on it was loose, as though the weight of her thoughts outweighed the glass itself.
Across the grand hall, murmurs about the masked man lingered, his abrupt departure stirring curiosity. Sarah’s mind buzzed with questions she couldn’t shake.
"Sarah."
A familiar voice and a light pat on her shoulder snapped her out of her reverie.
"J-Jack?" Sarah turned sharply, her wide eyes landing on her husband. "Where have you been?"
"Sorry," Jack said, offering a sheepish smile. "The guards wouldn’t let me in at first. They thought I didn’t have an invitation, so I had to prove that I came on behalf of
