07/12/2026
The chandeliers sparkled over the elite, a perfect night for the city's most anticipated engagement.
But Elara, draped in quiet silver, watched her cousin Seraphina with an unnerving calm.
Seraphina, dazzling in emerald green, was moving with unusual purpose towards the drinks table.
A subtle flicker, a swift hand, a tiny vial disappearing into a champagne flute meant for Elara.
Everyone saw the gesture, but no one saw the silent, almost imperceptible shift that followed.
Then, the clinking of glasses for a toast, Seraphina's triumphant smile, and Elara's chillingly serene expression.
The room held its breath as the wrong glass was raised, a silent, deadly promise in the air.
What would you do if you saw someone planning your public downfall, only to realize they were walking straight into their own trap?