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A Dance with Fate

Chapter 1: The Shattered Glass

The grand ballroom of the Roosevelt Hotel sparkled with the glow of crystal chandeliers and the murmur of elegantly dressed guests. Harper Lane stood near the edge of the room, champagne flute in hand, surveying the crowd. This was her moment-a culmination of six months of relentless planning, sleepless nights, and tireless coordination.

Her gaze swept across the room, catching glimpses of prominent faces: philanthropists, celebrities, and CEOs, all gathered for the charity gala she had poured her heart into organizing. The event's success would elevate her career, proving once and for all that she deserved her place among the city's elite event planners.

But tonight wasn't just about her career. It was personal, too. Her fiancé, Ethan, had promised that this event would mark the start of a new chapter for them-a chapter that included a future together.

Harper smiled faintly as she spotted Ethan across the room. His tailored tuxedo fit him perfectly, and his easy charm had him surrounded by a small group of attendees. He had always been good at working a room, knowing exactly what to say to leave a lasting impression.

Her smile faltered when she noticed a woman in a red dress standing too close to him. Harper tilted her head, observing the interaction. The woman laughed, her hand brushing Ethan's arm. He didn't pull away. Instead, he leaned in, speaking to her in a low voice that made Harper's stomach twist.

No, she thought, shaking her head. You're imagining things.

She took a deep breath, reminding herself to focus on the bigger picture. Tonight was too important to let a moment of doubt ruin it. But as the minutes ticked by, Harper couldn't shake the growing unease in her chest.

"Ms. Lane," a voice interrupted her thoughts.

Harper turned to see one of the catering staff standing nervously beside her. "Yes?"

"There's an issue with the dessert table," he said. "Some of the dishes are missing."

Harper frowned but nodded. "I'll handle it. Thank you for letting me know."

She set her champagne flute down on a nearby table and moved toward the kitchen. The walk gave her a moment to collect herself. When she reached the back of the house, she quickly resolved the issue, instructing the staff to replace the missing items.

As she made her way back to the ballroom, she spotted Ethan again-this time by the bar. The woman in red was still with him, her laughter ringing out over the hum of conversation. Harper's heart sank as she noticed the way Ethan's hand lingered on her back.

She froze in place, the world around her blurring. For months, there had been signs-late nights at the office, a sudden shift in his behavior, the evasive answers when she asked about his day. But she had ignored them, clinging to the belief that their love was stronger than any obstacle.

Now, reality hit her like a freight train.

"You okay?"

The voice startled her, and she turned to find herself face-to-face with a man she didn't recognize. He was tall, with sharp features and piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through her. His dark suit was impeccably tailored, and his presence exuded confidence and authority.