Eva sat alone in the corner of the lavish hall, feeling the coldness of the night creep into her heart.
The party around her buzzed with laughter and clinking glasses, but it all felt distant, like a world she could no longer touch.
She absentmindedly sipped the wine in her glass, the deep red liquid a stark contrast to the emptiness inside her.
Her gaze flicked between Lucian, who was seated with his friends, and Kelvin, who was clearly preoccupied with someone else.
Neither of them seemed to care.
Cross-legged in her chair, Eva's posture remained poised, though the weariness in her eyes betrayed her calm exterior.
Her red gown shimmered under the soft lighting, the fabric clinging to her curves in a way that felt far more sensual than she had intended.
The hemline just brushed the floor, and her bare shoulders glowed against the satin straps of the dress.
