Chapter 22 Truth On Display

• Luna’s POV
• The ballroom glittered like a dream wrapped in a nightmare. Golden chandeliers dripped from the ceiling like icicles, throwing fractured light across marble floors. The grand piano in the corner sang soft, haunting melodies—too calm, too composed for the storm brewing beneath the surface.
• Guests glided between champagne towers and velvet curtains, their laughter brittle, hollow, like glass about to shatter. Every man wore a mask of civility, every woman cloaked in diamonds and silence. They looked like royalty. But they moved like predators.