A string of luxury cars one after another drove up to a wide area covered with red carpet. Employees fussed here and there meeting distinguished guests and escorting them along the barrier with reporters to the red carpet. Flashes of cameras were everywhere, a crowd of onlookers gathered in the distance, hoping to catch at least a glimpse of some celebrity. Another limousine rolled up to the meeting place, and a fine-tuned foot sank on a soft red carpet. The crowd immediately rustled. Reporters prepared the camera. Finally, the girl herself appeared.
A long white dress of a famous designer flowed around her, successfully emphasizing every curve. Thin straps and loose triangular neckline, forced those present to freeze in anticipation with each of her movement.
One of the staff rushed to her. But the girl, without waiting for the accompaniment, slowly went to the red carpet herself.
Each step was filled with predatory grace.
The first reporters met her with a torrent of questions. But she only stopped for a moment to take a picture and did not even smile, continued on her way. At the end of the walk, she was already awaited by a company of hosts and reporters covering this event.
"Miss Leib, you are so fascinating today," - a young girl host chirped. Angela smiled indulgently but did not answer. The hostess became a little confused, but her colleague immediately came to the rescue.
"Miss Leib, could you tell us a few words. Recently, in the press, your photos are everywhere, and many reporters are ready to sell their souls, just to get your interview. Will you tell us your secret?"
Angela hesitated a bit, heating the atmosphere, but then smiling sweetly, she answered.
"No secrets. I just think that personal life should not be exaggerated in the press. The gossips can severely damage my image and the good name of our corporation. I am not a celebrity, so why fuss about it?" - She replied in an earnest tone, taking on the appearance of a business lady. In society, she was known not only as a socialite but also as a successful careerist.
"Oh, Miss Leib, everyone will only be happy if two such respected and well-known people form a couple. I am sure you will overshadow many star couples, " - the hostess rushed to insert. Angela only smiled mysteriously.
The reporter hurried to continue the interview.
"Speaking of your other half, I heard Mr. Wells will honor this event with his presence too. Why he is not with you."
Angela barely kept the smile on her face.
"Yes, indeed Greg will be at the ball today. But we agreed that I would make a company to my father. He must be already waiting for me inside. Greg is accompanying his old friend today. They met recently and as soon as he found out that this girl in a difficult life situation, immediately agreed to help. He is such a kind-hearted man. Therefore, he decided to please the poor thing a little today. It is a charity ball, isn't it!"
Reporters were quiet for a second, digesting the information. Angela, seizing the moment, said goodbye to the reporters and headed for the stairs, but before she could step on the first step, the sharply increased noise from behind drew her attention and made her turn around.
Another limousine drove up to the site. The first one to emerge from the back door was a tall brunette in an elegant dark blue suit. The casual, relaxed movements surprisingly emphasized the taut, muscular figure. A slight smile and a firm gaze of chocolate eyes made all the girls in the neighborhood shiver and blush.
But the man did not pay attention to the hype he caused. Turning around, he put out his hand in an elegant gesture. From the depth of the car, a delicate hand reached out to him, and with this help, a girl stepped onto the carpet. The paparazzi were instantly hushed.
The glare of spotlights made the girl's dress actually shine. The thinnest silver lace, embroidered with a lot of jewels, went down to the trim waist, then the hem of a royal blue color streamed out from under it only painting the outline, as if teasing. The glimmer of the dress was picked up by the white curls of the girl's hair, framing a surprisingly beautiful face with large blue eyes. Her beautiful, fragile figure seemed quite airy next to the imposing figure of a man who seized her hand and carefully led to the red carpet.
This image from the outside seemed almost mystical. As if the moon itself had acquired a human body tonight, and its companion night sky anxiously accompanied her.
They had already taken a few steps on the red carpet when the paparazzi finally came to life.
"Mr. Wells, please allow me to photograph you! Mr. Wells, introduce your companion! Just a couple of words." - cries of reporters came from all sides.
The man paused and clasped the girls by the waist, pulled her to his side. The girl uncertainly laid her hand on his chest, as if seeking support.
"My girlfriend today appears for the first time in public and may be a little shy, so please do not push it right away." - his stern voice echoed over the crowd, forcing reporters to immediately back down, but the camera shutters did not stop clicking, capturing with what warmth always cold CEO of the largest defense corporation looks into his companion's eyes leading her forward.
Angela stood there, frozen on the bottom step. With a poorly concealed anger watching all this action.
" Trash! Just you wait! You'll get it from me today!" - she hissed barely audibly and turned on her heel, headed up the stairs.