Kelly
Adrian’s grip on my hand was firm as we stepped further into the grand hall. It was a stunning display of wealth and luxury, the kind that could only be afforded by the most wealthy circles. Crystal chandeliers bathed the room in a soft, golden glow, and the polished floors reflected the opulence of designer shoes and tailored suits.
I had always been drawn to fashion, and tonight was no exception. My eyes darted from one outfit to the next, mentally cataloging brands and styles. Each detail seemed to outshine the last, yet nothing made me feel out of place. I was confident in my own sense of style.
Adrian slowed beside me, greeting an older man in a sharp black suit. His warm handshake and cheerful banter left me momentarily free to let my gaze wander. I scanned the room, taking
