The chandelier glittered above the grand foyer, casting golden light across the marble floors as Emma and Nate stepped into the mansion. The air smelled faintly of jasmine and expensive cologne, and the murmur of voices drifted from deeper within. Emma clutched Nate’s arm, her nails digging into his sleeve. “We can still leave,” she whispered, her wide eyes darting toward the door. Nate swallowed hard, adjusting his tie....