Lilith pov

The moment we stepped out of my room, I understood what Lora had meant. Even before descending the stairs, soft music drifted through the air.

As we approached the balcony railing, I looked down.

The packhouse was far larger than it seemed on ordinary days. Tonight, it resembled a grand hall without the seats or table. Instead, crystal chandeliers hung from the high ceiling, casting warm golden light over the polished floors below.

Men in tailored suits and women in elegant gowns mingled gracefully, their laughter blending with the music. Some held glasses filled with wine, speaking among themselves. Every guest looked like they held high status within...