CHAPTER NINETY-TWO

RICHARDS POV

The masquerade ball was in full swing, colors and laughter swirling around us like leaves in a playful autumn breeze. Amelia stood beside me, her hand resting lightly on my arm.

The music played lively, weaving through the air, and drawing couples to the dance floor in a graceful dance of masks and mystery.

I adjusted my mask, feeling the cool silk against my skin and glanced at Amelia. She looked stunning in her emerald green dress, her eyes sparkling behind her delicate mask.

“Richard, have you tried the champagne?” Amelia asked softly. “It’s absolutely divine.”

“I haven’t had the pleasure yet,” I replied, leaning closer to catch her scent—something floral and sweet, like jasmine. “But if you recommend it, I’m sure it’s worth a taste.”

Before I could make my way to the champagne table, I spotted Jenny approaching us, her steps confident and her mask doing little to hide her smug expression. She seemed so sure of herself, so certain that she had the upper hand.

Tonigh
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