Two weeks had passed since the ice cream treat. Aurora was suddenly invited to a high profile business gala in the city.
Tim would be going too, but she didn't care. After dropping Seraphina off with Edward, she left for the gala.
The grand ballroom gleamed under the crystal chandeliers, casting golden reflections over the elegantly dressed crowd.
The city's elite had gathered for the legendary business gala—an event where power, wealth, and influence walked together in quiet conversations and champagne toasts.
Richard Carvil stood near the center of the room, his polished smile never wavering as he exchanged pleasantries with an investor. He never thought he'd be one day invited to events like these.
"All thanks to the bi*ch I remarried," he thought with a smile.
Beside him, Anne Carvil swirled the wine in her glass, scanning the room with cool confidence.
Almost immediately, the atmosphere shifted.
