Chapter 150

SIENNA

The weight of the night pressed heavy on my chest, even though the champagne glass in my hand trembled more from nerves than alcohol.

The air shifted like a storm rolling in. I didn’t need to see them to know who had arrived, I felt it. The ripple spread through the hall like a current, whispers sparking until every head turned.

Victor. Beatrice. And Tristan.

They entered like royalty,