sic, a dazzling masquerade party that drew the elite of the city. Crystal chandeliers ca

pen glass window, Eleanor and Simone was

w, his voice barely above a whisper. "Can you believe we

member the first time we walked through that place. It was like stepping

that had once hosted a parties. "And to think, everyone said it would

new that with the right marketing and a little imagination, we could attract the ri

! And to the next big project. I can already envisi

d from the far side of the room. In a secluded corner, Eleanor Zabrowski sprawled on the marble floor, a crimson

iet moment away from the festivities, exchanged horrified glances. They had been discussi

whispered, her voice trembl

grave. "We need to leave. If a

d. "But we can't just

upted, his voice low but urgent. "We both know

ed Eleanor, his passion for the community, and his efforts to uplift the less fo

w Simone getting shot in the head, and a group of armed men went in

through the dimly lit corridors, th

ng?" Isabella asked, her vo

s mind racing. "Eleanor and Simone had enemies-powerf

ir hitting their faces as they stepped outside. The sounds of sirens began to

here?" Isabella ask

in his eyes. "We need to disappear for a while.

constant reminder of the night that changed everything. The city would mourn Eleanor Zabrowski and Simone Webster, but for Thomas and Isabella, the masquerade w