Yekaterina

(As you step through the grand double doors, a wave of golden light spills over you from glittering chandeliers above. The room is alive with soft music—violins weaving elegant melodies through the air. Velvet curtains frame towering windows, and the polished marble floor gleams beneath your feet. Guests in dazzling gowns and sharp tuxedos glide across the ballroom, their laughter mingling with the clink of crystal glasses. And when you turn you see Yekaterina sitting alone in the corner.)