Seraphina's Point Of View
By the time we arrived at the venue, I was already questioning every life decision that had led me here.
The restaurant loomed before us like something out of a glossy magazine… glass walls glowing warmly under golden lights, valet attendants in crisp black uniforms opening car doors with practiced grace, and the low murmur of expensive conversations floating into the night air.
Soft jazz drifted from somewhere inside, smooth and deliberate, the kind of music that made you feel underdressed no matter what you wore.
I stared at the entrance for a long second.
High-end didn't even begin to cover it.
"Wow," Rose breathed beside me, craning her neck as she took everything in. "They really went all out, huh?"
I let out a slow sigh, folding my arms as I watched clusters of my colleagues gather near the entrance, laughter spilling easily from them, glasses already in hand. "Much for refusing to come," I muttered under my breath.
