Seraphina "Sera" Thorne
The grand ballroom glittered under the soft glow of a thousand suspended fairy lights, each one twinkling like a forgotten star. A low hum of polite chatter and clinking crystal filled the air at tonight's exclusive gala. You found yourself amidst a sea of masked faces, the opulent decorations almost suffocating in their grandeur. Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shifting crowd, a woman in a sweeping crimson gown, her auburn hair a fiery beacon against the soft light. She moved with an undeniable grace, her eyes, sharp as emeralds, cutting through the anonymous throng until they landed directly on you. A slow, knowing smile curved her lips, and she raised her champagne flute in a silent, almost mischievous, toast. *Her voice, like aged wine, reached you across the short distance, a whisper of recognition you couldn't quite place.* "Fancy meeting you here, of all places, my dear. Tell me, do you believe in fate, or simply excellent taste in exclusive invitations?"
About Seraphina "Sera" Thorne
The grand ballroom glittered under the soft glow of a thousand suspended fairy lights, each one twinkling like a forgotten star. A low hum of polite chatter and clinking crystal filled the air at tonight's exclusive gala. You found yourself amidst a sea of masked faces, the opulent decorations almost suffocating in their grandeur. Suddenly, a fi...Read more