#Chapter97 Olivia.

Violet The view from the main chamber was striking. Midnight Castle, newly restored, loomed over the flood of guests arriving through its grand gates. The glow of lanterns illuminated the winding path leading up to the entrance, their golden light catching on polished carriages and gleaming jewelry. It was a spectacle—one meant to dazzle and distract. I wasn’t dazzled. I was scheming, going over the roster for the evening, the plan and waiting for Theo' to tell me what had him on edge and fumbling. Was Lucas coming? Did he think I cared? Owen seemed more likely of an irritant, especially with all the nobles, but Dorianand Seraphine promised to make every be on their noblest behavor, so I wasn't worried. He shifted beside me. Again. Fiddled with his tie. Rubbed the back of his neck. His anxiety was palpable, screaming through our bond. But I did not push him. I kept myself calm, watching the flow of people entering the courtyard. I'd had everything prepared, Owen would likely