The Storm Break
**Isabella**
The hallway felt colder after Adrian left, the silence pressing in on me like a weight. I stood there for a moment, my mind racing, trying to piece together what had just happened. The woman in the red dress—who was she? And why had her presence shaken Adrian so deeply?
I didn’t have answers, but I knew one thing: I wasn’t going to let this go. Not when it was clear that whatever had just unfolded was far from over.
Taking a deep breath, I straightened my shoulders and headed back toward the ballroom. The music had picked up again, the crowd seemingly oblivious to the tension that had just ripped through the room. But as I stepped inside, I could feel the lingering energy of the moment, like the aftershock of an earthquake.
My eyes scanned the room, search
