Chapter 200

　　Fern's Perspective 　　Night fell, and the stars scattered across the sky, their light spilling over the city like a silver curtain. 　　I stood to one side, my eyes scanning the ballroom, but my heart ached. 　　Six years of living in hiding had taught me to conceal my emotions and act as though nothing had changed. But when I saw that familiar face standing with another woman, it was impossible to suppress the turmoil in my chest. 　　Giovanni, the man who had once made my heart race, was standing at the main table, conversing with several VIPs. Even after all these years, I could still clearly remember his deep eyes, his chiseled jaw, and the commanding presence that had always been impossible to ignore. 　　I didn't dare look directly at him, much less expose myself to his gaze. Tonight, my mission was simple: avoid contact with him as much as possible, finish my work, and leave as quickly as I could. 　　"Diana, you look a little nervous." A low voice suddenly whispered in my ear. 　　I whipp