Chapter 79: The Dream That Wouldn't Stay
Giselle Frost opened her eyes and found herself back at Lucien Hart's birthday party.
Only this time, it wasn't the same.
The last time she had stood in this place, the room had been crowded enough to feel airless. Laughter, glassware, low music, the constant shifting shimmer of expensive clothes and expensive people. Tonight there was none of that. The massive venue sat hollow and silent around her, stripped clean of guests, voices, and movement until only two things remained in the world.
Her.
And Lucien, suspended on the giant screen ahead.
Giselle turned slowly, scanning the room on instinct. No staff. No attendees. No shadows slipping along the edges. No one at all. The emptiness pressed in from every side, unnatural in a space built for spectacle. A sharp throb split through her skull without warning, and she lifted a hand to her temple.
Something was wrong with her memory.
Not missing, exactly. Scrambled.
