Ofelia’s POV
The applause from the dance floor was still ringing in my ears when I quietly slipped away from the ballroom. No one seemed to notice. Everyone was busy returning to their conversations, greeting donors, laughing over glasses of champagne, and congratulating Victoria on another successful charity gala.
I needed a minute. Just one minute. The ballroom suddenly felt too warm, too loud, too crowded. My heels clicked softly against the polished floor as I followed the signs toward the outdoor terrace. The moment I pushed open the glass doors, a cool evening breeze greeted me.
I closed my eyes. Finally. Fresh air.
The balcony overlooked the entire city. Thousands of lights stretched endlessly into the distance like stars scattered across the ground. Cars crawled along the roads
