REDWOOD PALACE HAD WITNESSED countless weddings, lavish auctions, tear-soaked farewells, and now, it was about to witness something far more sinister.
A grand masquerade of business tycoons hiding behind pretty, fabricated masks.
Each carrying a dirty little secret, sins, whitewashed lies, and enough skeletons to build an entire fucking graveyard.
The evening had descended in bruised shades of blue, purple, and violet.
Redwood Palace was every bit as grand inside as it appeared from the outside. White marble floors gleamed beneath enormous golden chandeliers, while burnt-red pillars towered against walls adorned with ancient paintings, rare art, and antique embellishments that reeked of old money.
In stark contrast, the guests paraded around in elegant dresses, tailored suits, and pristine ties.
The grand hall hummed with endless chatter, fake laughter, grim smiles, and glittering masks hiding truths far darker than anything they dared to show.
