The lounge had grown louder as the night progressed, but Talia found herself growing increasingly irritated by every sound around her.
Laughter from nearby tables.
The soft clinking of expensive glasses.
The music flowing through hidden speakers beneath the dim lighting.
Even the giant screen mounted across the far side of the lounge seemed determined to mock her patience tonight because every few minutes another entertainment program replayed Halcyon's teaser again as if the entire country had suddenly forgotten other celebrities existed.
The camera shifted across Evelyn's face once more on the screen.
Cold lighting.
Sharp eyes.
Controlled elegance.
The exact kind of image luxury brands loved because it made audiences curious without trying too hard to demand attention.
