The elevator doors slid open with a soft ding, and then Mira felt like she was in a scene straight out of a movie.
The penthouse was packed wall to wall with the kind of people who got photographed simply for existing.
Celebrities, producers, music executives, and many more were all dressed like they were competing for who could look the most expensive yet clubby.
Crystal chandeliers cast everything in golden light while champagne flowed like water.
Then Mira and Callis took their first steps inside, and the entire room went quiet immediately.
Conversations literally stuttered to a stop as heads started to turn while phones got lifted subtly, angling for the perfect shot of scandal walking through the door.
Her heart hammered even though she forced herself to smile.
This isn't a party but a trial.
The silence only lasted for a second because whispers started almost immediately, all fast, soft, and venomous.
