Lucian stood at the grand entrance of the opulent hall, his sharp suit pristine under the golden glow of the outdoor lights.
The guests who had already arrived were streaming inside, their elegant laughter and hushed conversations filling the air.
Lucian, however, remained rooted to his spot, glancing at his watch before dialing the driver for what felt like the fifth time.
"Where are you?" he asked, his voice edged with irritation.
"Almost there, sir," the driver assured him.
Lucian ended the call with a sigh, muttering under his breath.
And as if on cue, a business associate approached him, extending a hand.
"Mr. Vorak," the man greeted warmly, "a pleasure to see you. It's been a while."
Lucian plastered on a polite smile, engaging in the customary small talk while keeping one eye on the driveway.
Just as he exchanged pleasantries, the sleek black car he had sent for Eva turned the corner and approached.
