Chapter 31 Masks And Revelations

• The Whitmore Gala glittered like a constellation come to earth, crystal chandeliers, silk drapes, stately marble columns. The city’s elite moved through the grand ballroom in gowns and tuxedos, laughter echoing over the string quartet’s soft melody.
• Scarlett felt every eye on her, yet none saw her fear. She stood at Damien’s side, hand in his, determination steeped in her veins.
• He leaned in, voice a low growl.