Chapter 41 A Ghost From The Past

• Amara adjusted the strap of her dress, the silk cool against her skin as she took in the opulence of the gala. The chandeliers dripped with light, the air thick with perfume and wealth. She hadn’t wanted to come, but Damian had insisted. He had been cryptic about why this event mattered, only promising that it was important.
• Now, standing alone in a sea of strangers, she felt out of place. Damian was supposed to meet her soon, but he had yet to arrive.
• Then she saw her.