Arec's POV
The chandelier's soft light filtered through the crystal glasses, casting an elegant glow over the room as I reluctantly entered the grand ballroom of my grandmother's estate.
Every time I stepped into one of these gatherings, I felt like I was being put on display. Tonight was no different.
I could already see the familiar faces of the city's elite, mingling with one another, their conversations laced with polite pleasantries and thinly veiled ambitions.
The women my grandmother had invited were no exception, dressed in their finest, each one poised and ready to make a good impression. I knew why they were here, and the very thought made me grit my teeth.
I plastered on a polite smile, though inwardly, I was already checking out.
