Crystal chandeliers spilled gold over marble floors.
Reporters moved like shadows with cameras.
Investors laughed too loudly.
Champagne glasses clinked in calculated rhythm.

A girl glided through the ballroom like a whisper of air, effortless and uncontained. The chandeliers washed her in molten gold, catching on the smooth curve of her off-shoulder black dress. A sleek slit climbed her thigh, revealing the graceful line of her slender leg with each step. Her hair flowed loose down her back brushing against bare shoulders, soft yet striking, framing a beauty that didn’t seek attention, yet commanded it.