The terrace at the Alcove mansion looked like something out of a dream, glowing with soft golden lights as the sun dipped low behind the hills.
There was a string quartet playing in the background, their melody floating through the air like a gentle breeze.
My heels clicked against the marble floor as I made my way through the sea of guests, my mind racing.
I hadn't seen my parents in weeks, and yet tonight felt... too perfect. It was as if the entire evening had been curated with some grand design that I wasn't privy to.
The lighting was soft but dramatic, the silverware gleamed like it had just been polished, and everyone was acting a little too... happy.
"Xandria, are you alright?" Mila asked, pulling me out of my thoughts with a nudge. She looked stunning in a form-fitting emerald gown, her auburn hair styled effortlessly, but there was something mischievous in her eyes.
