The grand ballroom of Duke Harrington's estate shimmered with opulence, a realm where the elite gathered to bask in their power and influence. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, bathing the room in golden light that danced across polished marble floors and intricately embroidered tapestries, each telling tales of ancient battles and forgotten loves. Nobles adorned in their finest silks and jewels laughed and gossiped, their voices blending into a symphony of intrigue as servants moved gracefully through the crowd, carrying trays laden with exquisite wines and delicacies that tempted even the most discerning palates.
Evelyn entered the hall, her posture poised, her presence commanding. This was her first public appearance since her "death," and she had no intention of going unnoticed.
