Aria’s POV
When I arrived at the banquet hall, the lights were harshly bright, and the air was filled with a mingled scent of champagne and perfume.
The driver had just dropped me off at the entrance, but he bolted away like he was stepping on fire, heading quickly in some direction. I glanced over casually and only saw him lean close to Evangeline, slip something into her hand, and leave immediately.
Evangeline’s gaze swept toward me right after, carrying her usual contempt. I ignored her, letting my eyes drift lightly around the hall—the decorations alone must have cost a fortune.
Just then, a waiter walked toward me with a tray of drinks.
“Miss, your juice.”
It was perfectly normal for waiters to hand out drinks at a banquet, and I was a bit hungry, so I didn’t think much of it an
