The whole ballroom was like a broken hive of bees. People were screaming, pushing, and running in every direction. Glasses smashed on the floor, heels clicked against marble, and the chandeliers above shook as if they too were afraid. What had started as a glamorous night of music and wealth had suddenly turned into chaos.
And in the middle of all that madness stood Aria.
On one side, her husband Sebastian held her arm tightly, his grip like chains. On the other side was Lorenzo, his hand firm on her wrist, his touch burning with a strange mixture of safety and danger. They were pulling her in two different directions, and for the first time in her life, Aria knew she had to choose.
"Aria!" Sebastian's voice rose above the noise. It was not the voice of a loving husband. It was sharp, angry, and filled with authority. "Come with me now!"
