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~Sabrina's POV
The engine purred quietly beneath me, the only sound in the stillness of the car. I sat in the back seat, legs crossed, my fingers rhythmically tapping the leather armrest. My heart wasn't racing, but it wasn't calm either; it was something in between. Focused. Alive. Ready.
Through the tinted window, I could see the grand entrance of the mansion glowing like a dream, with guests already beginning to flow in like dark shadows wrapped in elegance and secrets. Black cars pulled up one after the other, each one sleeker than the last. The dinner party had officially begun.
I leaned back, adjusting my coat as I glanced at my phone. Two unread messages waited for me. Both from Clara.
Clara: We're in.
Clara: All good. Just waiting for the moment.
A slow smile tugged at my lips.
Perfect.
Everything was going according to plan.
