CHAPTER 130 - The Dance 1.

The masquerade hall was alive with energy as it was supposed to be. Guests twirled and swayed in perfect rhythm to the music that floated through the air. The chandeliers above cast a warm, golden glow over the sea of black-masked figures, making it almost impossible to tell who was who. Almost.

Alex stood near the edge of the dance floor, his arms crossed as he surveyed the scene. His sharp eyes caught the subtle cues—the slight tilt of a head, the way someone held a glass, the rhythm of their movements. Even in identical masks and suits, some things couldn't be hidden.

This was Alex's plan for the night—a masquerade dance. It was a stage for all those who had talent but were too shy to act on it.

With this event—something no one in this world had ever seen—Alex gave everyone an opportunity.

"Alright, let's stir the pot," Alex muttered, his grin widening.