The sound of violins echoed through the ballroom, drowning out the celebratory clinking of glasses. Almost oblivious to the graceful melody, the crowd carried on their excited chatter.

The lady in white watched, quietly, as they downed their champagne and cocktails; paying no heed to the servers who were scurrying around the room, tending to their orders and commands.

'Enjoy yourselves now; for this is not going to last long.' she murmured to herself.

Just then, the chief of this little oligarchy threw open the doors and entered the room. Pompous. Pretentious. Privileged.

Her anger was palpable now. She pushed through the crowd. Her eyes locked on the room's new entrant. Her hands reaching into the folds of her gown...