What she didn’t know was that the man standing beside her already knew the truth.
PART 2: The Gilded Cage and the Executioner’s Ledger
The Grand Langdon Hotel looked like a palace designed to remind ordinary people how insignificant they were.
Its enormous entrance opened into a world of polished marble, gilded mirrors, and crystal chandeliers suspended like frozen explosions of light.
Every surface seemed intended to announce wealth.
The ballroom was filled with rare white orchids and imported roses.
Their sweet fragrance hung heavily in the air, almost overwhelming the expensive perfume worn by the guests.
A professional string quartet played Vivaldi near the far wall.
Almost nobody listened.
The room was crowded with business executives, politicians, wealthy investors, and socialites whose conversations revolved around status and influence.
I wore a simple navy dress.
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It was beautifully tailored and expensive, but deliberately understated.
I had no desire to compete with the elaborate gowns surrounding me.
