Katrina~
The moment I stepped into the ballroom, the wealth and glamour hit me like a rush of heat. Everything gleamed and shimmered—the ceilings soared high above, heavy chandeliers spilling light like broken stars, their crystals scattering color across the polished marble floor. The room smelled rich and heady—aged bloodwine, roasted meat, roses in full bloom, and underneath it all, that faint metallic edge of tension. A string quartet played from the corner, their haunting tune threading through the room like a heartbeat you couldn't ignore.
