Chapter 12 Collision

• The summit hall was a masterpiece of wealth and influence. Crystal chandeliers bathed the expansive room in a golden glow, while the walls were lined with towering glass panels that reflected the grandeur of the evening. The scent of expensive perfume and aged whiskey clung to the air, mingling with the quiet hum of whispered conversations.
• But none of it mattered.
• All Sofia could feel was the heat of Aaron’s hand against hers as he led her into the ballroom.