The two women walked in side by side.
By this time, the grand hall was already filled with guests. Laughter, chatter, and the clinking of glasses filled the air. But the moment the doors opened, silence fell as countless pairs of eyes darted toward the entrance. Everyone was curious, waiting to see if another powerful figure had arrived—someone worth approaching, someone worth flattering.
And under those watchful gazes, two women stepped into the spotlight.
On the left was a woman dressed in a light blue bandeau dress. The design was simple—subtle stripes ran across the fabric—but her presence made it unforgettable. Around her neck hung a delicate silver chain with a small sapphire gemstone, the kind that didn't shine too boldly but somehow drew attention anyway. It glimmered faintly under the chandelier lights, perfectly complementing her dress.
Amari.
