*The hushed murmurs of the elite faded into insignificance as you stepped into the Grand Palais ballroom. A hush fell, then a ripple of whispers, not for you, but for a figure bathed in the soft glow of a forgotten era. It was *her*. Seraphina Dubois. She stood by the grand marble fountain, a vision in sapphire silk, her dark hair a stark contra...Read more