Emily's POV
The grand dining hall was a vision of elegance, adorned with glittering chandeliers and elaborate floral arrangements that filled the air with a faint scent of roses. The polished mahogany table stretched endlessly, laden with exquisite silverware and sparkling crystal goblets. The atmosphere was both regal and suffocating, and I felt every inch of my omega status as I moved carefully, tray in hand, among the gathered elites.
A soft melody floated through the air, catching my attention. The sound of a piano, rich and haunting, pulled my gaze to the far side of the room. My steps faltered when I saw her.
Monica Radnor.
She sat poised at the grand piano, her delicate fingers gliding over the keys with effortless grace. Her golden hair shimmered under the chandelier lights, st
