The invitation came in a cream envelope, unsigned, unmarked. A private business gala—one she remembered from her past life.
That night had changed everything.
She accepted.
Dressed in a midnight-blue gown, Aarika entered the ballroom with her head high. The scent of wealth was thick in the air—perfume, power, and pretense.
Across the room, a man turned.
Not Zayden.
Someone else. Tall, calm, with eyes that studied her—not her body, not her name—but her.
He smiled.
Her chest tightened.
In her past life, she never met him. Not truly. Not like this.
But something about him now felt… inevitable.
She smiled back.
The game had just begun.