Chapter 91

• RICHARD'S POV
• The chandeliers glittered like a thousand tiny stars above us, casting a golden hue over the masquerade ball. Amelia's laughter was like music, and as we swayed to the rhythm, I felt a sense of peace. But peace is often fleeting.
• As we danced, a man with a portly belly approached. His mask was elaborate, hiding his features, but it couldn’t hide his wealth. "Excuse me," he said, his voice smooth yet commanding. "Would you care to join us for a private poker game? A more... exclusive event, if you will."