Chapter 18 Sold

• Luna's pov
• I stood at the edge of the grand ballroom, fingers twisted together so tightly I couldn’t feel them anymore. My heart thudded against my ribs like it wanted out. Gilded chandeliers hung like crowns above the sea of glittering guests, casting a golden glow that softened nothing—every sparkle on their designer suits and shimmering gowns only sharpened the coldness in their eyes.
• This wasn’t an art event. It was a masquerade of power. A theater drenched in money and malice.