Chapter 28: The Masquerade of Shadows

Seraphina stood before the gilded mirror, her reflection an exquisite deception. The deep sapphire gown clung to her form, its fabric shimmering like the night sea. A delicate mask, adorned with silver filigree, concealed half her face, leaving only her striking green eyes visible.

Beside her, Adrian adjusted the cuffs of his midnight-black coat, his own mask a work of understated elegance—just enough to veil, never to obscure. He had chosen a look of effortless power, the kind that made others watch and wonder.

"Do you understand what this night means?" Adrian's voice was quiet but edged with warning.

Seraphina met his gaze through the mirror. "That depends. Do you?"

A smirk played at his lips. "It means the game begins in earnest."

She turned, smoothing the folds of her gown. "Then let us play."

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The Montverre estate loomed ahead, its towering spires bathed in the glow of moonlight and flickering torches. A grand masquerade, the perfect setting for whispered betrayals and hidden agendas.

As they stepped through the massive iron gates, Seraphina's grip tightened around the ivory fan she held—a delicate thing, but in her hands, a weapon if necessary.

The ballroom was a swirl of opulence and intrigue. Chandeliers glittered overhead, casting golden light on nobles draped in luxury. Masks concealed more than faces here; they hid intentions, alliances, and enmities.

Laurent was already present, standing in easy conversation with a man whose name Seraphina did not yet know. His expression was as smooth as ever, but when his gaze landed on her, something flickered beneath the surface—satisfaction, curiosity, perhaps even challenge.

Seraphina offered a slow, knowing smile. If Laurent wished to test her, she would make sure he regretted it.

Adrian leaned in slightly, his breath warm against her ear. "Stay close. This is not a place for missteps."

She tilted her head just enough for her lips to brush the edge of his mask. "Then I suggest you keep up, Valemont."

Before he could reply, she drifted forward into the throng of masked figures, slipping into the role she was born to play—a woman of mystery, a hunter among prey.

The night had begun. And before it was over, someone would reveal their hand.