(Sterling-Horizon Group Anniversary Gala)
Light from the crystal chandeliers bathed the grand ballroom in a celestial glow.
Alia wore a deep navy gown, the Cinderflame Sapphire at her throat scattering starlight with every breath.
Carson stood at the podium, his gaze fixed solely on her.
"A year ago," he began, his voice resonating through the speakers,
"we stopped a conspiracy that could have destroyed an entire city."
He paused, then smiled.
"But tonight, we're not celebrating victory. We're celebrating rebirth."
He stepped down from the stage, eyes never leaving hers.
Under the weight of every gaze in the room, he extended his hand to her.
"May I have this dance, Miss Sterling?"
The orchestra began to play "Por Una Cabeza."
Carson led her onto the dance floor, guiding her in smooth, sweeping motions.
His hand rested firmly at her waist, every step deliberate, poised, and possessive.
"You stepped on my foot," Alia teased with a smile.
"Liar," Carson murmured, dipping his head until his nose brushed her cheek.
"Sterlings don't make mistakes."
She tilted her face up and kissed him,
ignoring the applause and playful whistles that erupted around them.
In that moment, the ashes of vengeance were finally scattered to the wind—
and all that remained was the fire of a love that refused to die.