Addie’s prattling ceased the moment we crossed the castle’s threshold. Brilliant chandeliers bathed every corner in golden light, their glow dancing on polished floors where Rose Pack members, shedding their usual simplicity, glided in tailored suits and shimmering gowns. Servants wove through the crowd, offering platters of decadent food and flutes of sparkling wine. Addie, entranced, abandoned me without a glance, slipping into the throng like a fish into a current, her eyes hunting for wealthy prey to charm.
I plucked a cocktail from a passing servant, my gaze seeking a quiet corner to retreat. The dress Nate had sent clung to me, its beauty undeniable, catching the light with every step. Its fabric, liquid and opulent, traced my curves like a riverbed strewn with gemstones, shimmering
