Caroline’s composure was admirable, but I saw the moment her mask slipped. Her hand trembled ever so slightly, and a faint flush crept up her neck. Her eyes darted around, seeking an escape, an explanation, anything to regain control of the situation. But it was too late. Whatever she had intended for me was now coursing through her veins.

The chaos began not with an explosion, but with a soft giggle that escaped Caroline’s lips, entirely uncharacteristic of her usual poise. She placed the glass down a bit too forcefully, spilling champagne onto the pristine tablecloth. The guests closest to us turned, curious, their smiles faltering as confusion spread.