Inside VIP Booth Four, Liv was in the middle of taking a selfie with Natasha, holding up her glass of fifty-thousand-mark complimentary champagne.
"I'm telling you, Alan," Liv smiled brightly, lowering her phone, "this night is already going down as our best reunion yet. Everything is just so... top tier."
Alan smirked, resting his arm on the back of the leather booth. "Like I said, when you deal with high-end capital, doors just open."
"Look who finally decided to show up," Sky whispered suddenly, nudging Natasha's elbow and pointing toward the grand staircase.
The entire booth turned their eyes toward the entrance of the VIP section.
The air in the elevated pavilion seemed to shift instantly.
