Zora’s POV
As I gazed out of the window, I couldn’t help but feel the eerie feeling that was always associated during the hours before
the night of a full moon. The night of the dinner had finally arrived, and there was an undeniable tension in the air.
Downstairs, the servants moved about with a sense of urgency, ensuring that every aspect of the grand ball was perfect. The clinking of silverware, the rustling of satin, and the low murmurs of the staff created a symphony of preparation. The chandeliers hung low, their crystals shimmering like stars, adding to the enchantment of what would be the first ball I had ever attended.
I couldn’t shake the feeling that this evening would be extraordinary, that something significant was about to transpire. Or maybe it was just excitement to be
