Chapter 122: Loose Ends
"Ephyra Allen," she said smoothly, her voice low and steady.
The man’s eyes flicked briefly to a list on his clipboard. "Ah, of course. Right this way, Mrs. Allen." He signaled to an attendant, who stepped forward to escort them inside.
The grand doors of the ballroom swung open, revealing a dazzling spectacle. The room shimmered with light from crystal chandeliers, their brilliance reflecting off the gilded walls and mirrored accents. Music from a live orchestra filled the air—a haunting melody that underscored the elegant chaos of the gathering. Guests in elaborate masks mingled, their laughter and conversation weaving a tapestry of sound.
Ephyra stepped into the ballroom, her gaze sweeping across the scene. She could feel the weight of eyes on her. The whispers intensified as she descended the staircase into the main hall, the soft train of her gown trailing behind her like a comet’s tail.
Jania leaned closer as they reached the floor. "You’ve officially stolen the show, and we’ve only just arrived."
Ephyra smirked, her eyes glinting beneath her mask. "Good. That’s exactly what I intended."
They moved through the crowd, Ephyra nodding politely at those who approached her. Despite the opulent surroundings, her mind was sharp and calculating, scanning the room for familiar faces.
Juan and Jania were soon pulled into a conversation with a group of influential socialites, leaving Ephyra momentarily alone.
She made her way to the edge of the room, where a grand display of desserts caught her attention. The table was a masterpiece, with tiered trays of intricately crafted pastries, sparkling sugar sculptures, and an ice centerpiece shaped like a snowflake. Ephyra reached for a glass of champagne from a passing server, her fingers brushing the chilled stem as she turned her attention back to the crowd.