Betting Against the Prodigy

A heavy, suffocating silence dropped over the grand banquet hall of the Ironbark Hotel following Maeve's stoic declaration. The stillness stretched, thick with judgment, before the immense space shattered into an uproar of cruel, disbelieving laughter.

Maeve was not bluffing about her exclusive invitation. She had quietly and effortlessly secured it directly from Sylvia herself after saving the