Chapter 58 The Dance
- || Lilac’s POV ||
- The hall was packed with people, all dressed in elaborate gowns and suits, their faces hidden behind masks of every color and design. It was impossible to tell who was who, and that was the point. Tonight, identities didn’t matter. It was all about the soul, the connection, the scent.
- Elara leaned in close, her voice barely above a whisper. “This is it, Lil. The moment of truth.”