The Sinclair estate loomed ahead, its grand halls illuminated with golden candlelight as carriages arrived one by one.
Inside, the party was already in full swing. The grand ballroom was filled with noble guests, their voices blending into a low hum of conversation, curiosity, and speculation.
Lucia stepped out of the carriage, her gloved hand resting in Alexander’s as he assisted her down.
They both knew what this night was meant to be—a spectacle designed to undermine her. But neither intended to let that happen.
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