Veil Of Ashes

The candlelight ballroom glowed with the promise of love and perfection, which Lila Mercer had spent her career creating for others but had never dared to pursue for herself. Tonight's event was no exception, another fairy tale woven with silk and gold for a couple whose romance she'd forgotten by morning.

Then he walked in.

Elias Duvall was more than just attractive; he was magnetic enough to stop people in their tracks. His fitted suit clung to his form like a second skin, and his piercing eyes searched the room with a commanding intensity. Then they landed on her.

"Ms. Mercer, I presume?" His voice was velvet-tinted with danger, a subtle threat cloaked in allure.

For a brief moment, Lila's meticulously managed world shifted. Men like Elias were not her clientele; they were someone else's unattainable ideal. Yet here he was, handing her a business card with a mischievous smirk that hinted at something more.

"My fiancée and I have high aspirations. "I've heard you're the only one who can make them happen."

The words should have sent her heart racing, but instead a gentle chill ran down her spine. There was something in his tone that suggested this was no ordinary job.

And for the first time in her career, Lila worried if she was about to enter a love tale from which she would be unable to escape.

Lila accepted the card with practiced grace, concealing the discomfort that prickled at the boundaries of her confidence. Her fingertips brushed against his for a brief instant, but it was enough to send an unwelcome and electric shock through her.

"What kind of ambitious plans are we talking about, Mr. Duvall?" she inquired, her voice firm despite the underlying animosity between them.

Elias leaned in slightly, his smile both charming and sinister. "A wedding that will leave an unforgettable impression. "Something unforgettable."

His words lingered, weighted with double meaning, but Lila dismissed the undercurrent as a product of her overworked imagination. High-profile weddings attracted demanding clients, and she was no stranger to high expectations.

"Unforgettable is my specialty," she said, placing his card into her stylish leather planner. "Why don't you and your fiancée visit me in my office tomorrow? We'll discuss your vision."

"She's... out of town," Elias explained calmly, his demeanor enigmatic. "I'll handle the details for now."

Something about the way he said it-the right balance of detachment and control-set off a caution bell in Lila's head. But business was business, and who was she to disagree when Elias Duvall wanted to pay her excessive fees?

"Very well," Lila replied with a professional smile. "I look forward to hearing your ideas."

Elias' gaze remained on her for too long, the corner of his mouth twisting into a whispered dare.

As he turned and walked away, Lila took a breath. She took a glimpse at the card in her hand, which was embossed, simple, and absurdly expensive. It felt heavier than it should have, as if it held a dreadful secret that could not be named.

For reasons she couldn't understand, her heart quickened-not with joy, but with the silent foreboding of an impending storm she couldn't see.

As Lila inserted Elias' card into her planner, the gentle hum of the ballroom faded into the background. Her mind raced, digesting their brief contact. There was something disconcerting about him-a polished charm that almost appeared manufactured, and eyes that seemed to find secrets rather than simply stare.

She dismissed the concept. Clients, particularly those with large sums of money, frequently exuded quirkiness. Still, the way Elias said unforgettable clung to her like smoke, and she couldn't tell whether it was an invitation or a warning.

The evening went on, with speeches, dances, and toasts. Despite her best efforts, Lila's gaze kept straying toward the door where Elias had vanished.

The next day, Lila sat in her sunlit office, methodically organizing her sample portfolio. She had double-checked her calendar to ensure that her meeting with Elias would be uninterrupted. Nonetheless, her nerves seemed sharper than normal.

A knock at the door interrupted her thoughts. Before she could react, it cracked open, and Elias entered.

He appeared different in the sunlight-no less striking-but the warmth of his fitted charcoal suit couldn't soften the frigid precision in his motions. He held a thin leather folder, which he carefully put on the edge of her desk, almost as if it were a statement rather than a gesture.

"Ms. Mercer," he replied, his lips twisting into the same intriguing smile. "Thank you for meeting on such short notice."

"Of course." Lila pointed to the chair across from her desk, ignoring the flutter in her chest as he sat down. "Should we get started?" Tell me about your wedding vision.

Elias maintained her stare for too long, as if he was choosing how much to say-or withhold. "I'm looking for an event that feels timeless. Something people will discuss for years."

"Timeless," Lila repeated, scribbling the word onto her notebook. "Are there any specific themes? Colors? What venues are you considering?"

"Black and gold," he explained, reclining back in his chair. "A sense of richness, yet understated. The location should be historic, even infamous. "I trust your judgment."

There it was again: the undercurrent of something unsaid, something worse.

"Infamous?" Lila arched her brow, attempting a light tone. "That's an unusual choice for a wedding."

Elias maintained a constant smile. "The best incidents are those that foreshadow a story. Even if the story is not completely told."

The words hung between them, heavy and mysterious. Lila hesitated, her pen hovering over the page. For a moment, she wondered if she was being sucked into something much bigger than a wedding.

"Well," she finally responded, maintaining a professional tone, "I'll write a proposal based on what you've said. When can I anticipate to meet with your fiancée to finalize the details?"

Elias' eyes deepened and his smile sharpened. "Soon," he answered, lowering his voice slightly. "She is... specific. But I am convinced she will approve of your effort."

The way he said special drove shivers down Lila's spine. She nodded, concealing her discomfort with a rehearsed smile.

As Elias stood to leave, he stopped at the door. "Oh, and Ms. Mercer," he said, glancing back, "take your time. "The best things are always worth the wait."

When the door shut behind him, Lila exhaled, realizing she had been holding her breath. The room felt colder, and for the first time, she regretted accepting this client.

She realized deep down that this was more than just a business. It was personal. And it was risky.

The next several days were a blur of study, phone calls, and site visits, but Lila couldn't shake her mounting unease. Every decision she made for Elias' wedding felt weird, like if unseen forces were driving her in a direction she couldn't see.

Even the places she scouted appeared to meet his mysterious requirement for "infamy." The first was a massive Gothic palace that previously belonged to a scandal-ridden entrepreneur. The second is an abandoned theater with a tragic history. Both seemed better suited to ghost stories than love stories.

When she explained her findings to Elias at their next meeting, his reaction was both unnerving and predictable.

"The theater," he remarked, his voice quiet and serious as he looked over the photphotographs she had shot. "It has resonance. "This is the place."

Lila tilted her head. "Resonance? Most clients would describe it as eerie.

He smiled, a familiar spark of enjoyment in his eyes. "Eerie is simply a matter of perspective, Ms. Mercer."

She made a note, but did not respond. Something about this man always made her feel unbalanced, as if she were walking a tightrope without knowing how high the stakes were.

One week later, Lila was finalizing the guest list Elias had provided-a small, select group of individuals, some of whom she recognized as high-profile socialites. As she went over the details, a sleek black envelope slipped through the mail hole in her office door.

She frowned and put down her coffee to recover it. The mail included no postage, only her name in gorgeous, embossed lettering. Inside came an invitation on rich cardboard with gold lettering.

You're cordially welcomed to an evening of festivity and discovery.

Date: This Saturday.

Location: The Aureum Theater.

Dress Code: Black and Gold.

Her heartbeat skipped. Elias had not mentioned hosting an event prior to the wedding, and the phrase "revelry and revelation" read like a riddle rather than an invitation.

She dialed his number instantly. He picked up on the second ring.

"Lila," he murmured, his voice warm but inscrutable. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"I just received this," she added, holding the card so he could see it through the phone. "What is this event?" "I thought we were still in the planning stage."

Elias chuckled, his voice silky but lacking of genuine humor. "Consider it a preview. "A chance for you to see the venue in action and meet some of the players involved."

"Players?" she said, her discomfort increasing. "Elias, if this is some kind of publicity stunt-"

"Relax, Ms. Mercer," he said, his voice slightly deeper. "You are my guest of honor. I wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable".

She opened her mouth to respond, when the line went dead.