Chapter 6. fragile thread

The soft hum of strings and the lively chatter of nobles filled the grand ballroom of the Varrow estate. It was a scene straight out of a fairy tale—chandeliers dripping with crystals, gilded walls gleaming under the glow of countless candles, and a floor polished to such perfection that it reflected the swirling skirts of the dancers.

Celeste stood at the edge of the crowd, her fingers curled tightly around the stem of a crystal goblet. The wine inside was untouched. Her emerald eyes scanned the room, seeking her target.

Sophia Durand.

The sweet, mild-mannered daughter of Duke Durand was a familiar face in these gatherings, known for her kindness and soft-spoken nature. And there she was, standing near the towering arched windows, her delicate frame cloaked in pale blue silk. She was laughing softly at something a younger noblewoman said, her posture slightly withdrawn as if unsure of her place in the bustling crowd.