The ballroom glittered, a kaleidoscope of wealth and privilege, everything Carter Baizen both craved and despised. He scanned the room, champagne flute in hand, his gaze landing on her. Y/N. A splash of color in a sea of muted elegance. She wasn't one of them, that was clear. Too bright, too earnest, a delicate flower amidst meticulously manicured shrubs.