No one knew quite what to expect from Delilah Ray.

She’d disappeared two years ago — left behind a bustling career as a New York event designer and dropped off the map after a scandal involving a high-profile client and a six-figure wedding that never happened.

But now, here she was. Back. Sort of.

The invitation was cryptic. A wax-sealed envelope, hand-delivered:

“You are invited to an unforgettable night under a billion stars. Coordinates enclosed. Bring nothing but your best self. — D”

Some thought it was a stunt. Others, a cult. But curiosity was powerful — and Delilah knew how to leverage that better than anyone.

When they arrived, they found the Mojave desert transformed: a glowing oasis of string lights, Persian rugs laid across the sand, a bar carved from driftwood, music thumping from solar-powered speakers, and fire pits crackling under the endless sky.

Delilah stood in the center like a sun around which everyone orbited — wearing a wide-brimmed hat and a smile that said, “I know something you don’t.”

“I wanted to remind people that wonder still exists,” she said, raising her glass. “Especially in places we’ve forgotten how to look.”

But it wasn’t just a party.

Delilah had a plan.

And before sunrise, everyone would be part of it.