The city glittered in gold and steel under the night sky. Towering buildings framed the skyline, their windows flickering with wealth and ambition.
And nestled among them stood the Regency Hall, draped in soft lighting and the hum of classical music spilling faintly into the night air.
A stream of luxury cars lined the curb—sleek machines with diplomatic plates, tinted windows, and drivers who didn't speak unless asked. The red carpet gleamed beneath the press of heels and polished shoes. Flashbulbs sparked like miniature lightning.
Alex rolled up in the black Jaguar. It didn't scream wealth like all the other cars, but it demanded attention, nevertheless.
The driver's side door opened, and a man stepped out of the car,
His black polished dress shoes nestled on the red carpet, his black tuxedo suit clung to his body.
As Alex stepped out, his eyes roamed the venue,
The blinding flashes of cameras covering the whole outside of the building.
