Serena lifted her eyelids and looked over.
The long corridor was deep and silent, adorned with vintage oil paintings on both walls. Pale white lights spilled softly from the ceiling, gently enveloping an exceptionally elegant man and woman.
Tiana Young wore a high-slit evening gown, her long hair loosely pinned with a white jade hairpin, while jewels sparkled around her neck—beauty untouched by the hardships of the mortal world.
Standing opposite her, Jasper Grant was dressed in a bespoke sapphire suit, his posture upright, presence extraordinary.
At first glance, talents and beauty matched—they seemed a perfect pair.
Angela Linton leaned closer to Serena, muttering, "People in our circle all say their engagement ended because Adrian Shaw stirred things up, but I don't buy it! That Shaw Crown Prince is elusive—barely shows up a handful of days a year. How would he find time to steal someone's fiancée?"
She nudged Serena lightly with her elbow, "What do you think?"
