The sleek, modern ballroom buzzed with energy as the annual gala for emerging business leaders unfolded. Attendees swirled through the space, a sea of bespoke suits and dazzling gowns, their chatter blending with the smooth notes of a live jazz band. Malia had chosen this event carefully, knowing it would be a golden opportunity to network and strengthen her company's foothold in the market. But as always, she wasn't here just to mingle—she was here to win.
Her dress—a bold crimson with a plunging neckline and a cascading train—was a statement in itself. It whispered power and commanded attention. As she moved through the crowd, conversations paused, heads turned, and more than a few eyes lingered.
She was halfway through a discussion with a promising investor when she felt the change in the air. It was subtle, a ripple that ran through the room, like the moment before a storm. And then she saw the cause.
Selene.
