“Madame Clara Vaughn.”
The doors swung open fully.
A formation of twelve security guards entered first, moving with precision, creating a path down the red carpet.
And then—
I walked in.
The room seemed to hold its breath.
I wore a midnight-blue gown that shimmered like the night sky, every step catching the light of the chandeliers above. The fabric hugged me perfectly, elegant and untouchable. Around my neck rested a rare sapphire necklace, its deep blue glow unmistakable—one that every high-profile guest in the room recognized instantly.
