Chapter 13 - The Shock in the Ballroom
A woman stepped out from the shadows into the bright glare of the spotlight, dressed in an immaculate white evening gown.
Her dark hair was styled in elegant waves, and her posture radiated an icy, untouchable confidence.
Behind her walked Martha, pushing a gleaming silver stroller containing a healthy, six-month-old baby girl.
Gasps rippled through the crowd of five hundred elite guests as dozens of heads whipped back and forth between the stage and the doorway.
Julian froze mid-sentence, the microphone slipping from his trembling fingers and clattering loudly against the wooden podium.
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His face turned the color of ash, his eyes bulging as if he were staring directly at a phantom risen from the grave.
Eleanor dropped her champagne flute, the crystal shattering into pieces on the carpet as she clutched her chest in sheer terror.
