Brighton’s POV
The party Madison and Pedro threw to celebrate their latest business merger was a glittering display of everything I had lost. The rooftop venue perched high above the city, its glass walls framing a breathtaking panorama of twinkling lights that stretched endlessly into the night.
Soft jazz floated from hidden speakers, mingling with the low hum of cultured laughter and the delicate clink of crystal flutes filled with vintage champagne. Servers in crisp white gloves glided through the crowd, offering trays laden with delicate caviar on blinis, truffle-infused bites that melted on the tongue. Guests draped in designer gowns and bespoke suits mingled with effortless grace, their conversations laced with admiration for the host couple, voices rising in praise of Madison's "p
