"He is coming."
Someone amongst the guests whispered.
Within seconds, the news of Joel Chavez's arrival swept through the crowd like a silent storm, sending a spine-chilling hush across the hall.
Even the haunting symphony of the live orchestra faltered for a few seconds before it resumed playing.
A young radiant brunette draped in a molten gold gown that clung to her sleek body like liquid fire, spun slowly, her cat-like hazel eyes narrowing at the entrance.
Her shimmering golden Medusa crown mask coiled through her dark hair, its serpentine design seeming almost alive. Her plush lips, painted a striking pepper-red, curved with quiet amusement and a hint of danger as she spoke.
"I wonder...." she drawled in a hushed tone. "....what becomes of my fragile heart when the golden heir vanishes."
