Seraphina's POV
The moment I hung up the phone with Electra, the voice of the announcer filled the hall, signaling the beginning of the evening's performance.
The atmosphere shifted almost instantly—all the loud talking dulled to a murmur, and all eyes turned toward the center of the room where a beautifully decorated stage awaited.
I didn't have time to dwell on my conversation with Electra or the mysterious Hunter Vale. Instead, my mind latched on to the word performance, and an idea that had suddenly come to mind.
I'd been racking my brain for a way to steal the spotlight from Queen Jella ever since I arrived, and this was my chance. The performance was the perfect opportunity.
Taking a deep breath, I straightened my shoulders and walked toward the head of the table where Queen Jella sat, surrounded by other nobles and advisors.
