Chapter 120 The Gala Begins

• Luna's POV
• I always thought palaces were too heavy, too full of ghosts. But that night, stepping into the Palazzo, I swear I could feel the walls breathing. Marble floors stretched like endless mirrors under crystal chandeliers, each one dripping light that looked sharp enough to cut. Gold trim curled over ceilings so high I had to tilt my head back just to take it all in. The place looked like a painting. Perfect. Almost too perfect.
• The International Fashion Vanguard Gala. The night everyone had been talking about. The night the world decided who still mattered. Who belonged on the throne, and who didn’t.