Evaline:
Half an hour into the business dinner and not a single soul had even looked in the direction of the dining hall.
The ballroom was full of warm light and laughter, champagne flutes raised in toasts I didn't understand, and music that played a rhythm I didn't feel connected to.
Men in expensive suits and women in gowns glittered under the chandeliers, dancing, drinking, and talking in low, calculated tones. If there was a point to this gathering beyond social display and business gossip, I hadn't found it yet.
The only good thing? No drama had found me.
Yet.
River was whisked away almost immediately, pulled into one conversation after another with humans whose names I didn't recognize but whose body language was screaming power. I barely got a word in after we arrived, and part of me was glad for that. The last thing I wanted was to be pulled into something I didn't understand.
