Chapter 90 Ninety

• Grace and Alessia walked down the grand marble staircase to where the guests were gathered in the vast, luxurious ballroom. The chandeliers overhead sparkled with a soft, golden glow, shining elegant shadows across the room. Classical music filled the air, blending seamlessly with the soft hum of conversation, the clinking of glasses, and the shuffling of feet as couples twirled on the dance floor. Everything felt surreal, almost dreamlike, but there was a dangerous edge beneath the polished surface, a tension Alessia couldn't quite shake.
• Their masks, beautifully designed in silver and lace, concealed most of their faces, granting them a measure of anonymity. But even with the disguise, the two women drew attention. It wasn’t just the masks that intrigued people; it was the undeniable presence they carried. Alessia’s striking red hair was a beacon among the black, white, and grey attire of the guests. The silky waves cascaded down her back, catching the light and drawing every pair of eyes in her direction. She could feel the stares as though they were hands brushing against her skin.
• A pair of men standing near the bar had turned to look at them, their gaze lingering far too long. Whispers followed their every step, and Alessia's pulse quickened. She couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched. Truly watched. Not just by curious onlookers but by those who recognized her, despite the mask.