The gathering was everything Anna had expected—elegant, exclusive, and suffocating.
The garden was transformed into a paradise under the soft glow of fairy lights woven through the trees. Delicate floral arrangements adorned the tables, and the air was rich with the scent of jasmine and freshly cooked Thai delicacies. Servers glided between clusters of impeccably dressed guests, carrying trays of champagne and appetizers that looked too perfect to eat.
Anna stood near the edge of the gathering, her glass of sparkling water untouched in her hand. She wore a sleek, emerald-green dress Eleanor had insisted she bring—a dress that hugged her body in all the right places but made her feel like an imposter. Like a girl playing dress-up in a world that didn’t belong to her.
Conversations hummed
