Her Own Standard

The city lights of West Grimoir shimmered against the glass walls of Le Cygne, one of the city's most exclusive restaurants. The mellow hum of jazz floated through the air, weaving between hushed conversations and the clinking of crystal glasses.

Everything about the place... the golden lighting, the perfectly curated menu, the seamless service—spoke of wealth and polished restraint. To most, dining here was a rare luxury. For Aidera and her friends, it was just another Tuesday night.

Eight teenagers occupied the plush corner booth, their laughter rising and falling like waves. Waiters glided past in crisp uniforms, pouring another round of imported sparkling water. Every face at the table carried the same quiet confidence, the same air of belonging, though each came from a different brand of privilege. Heirs of corporations, daughters of public figures, sons of industrial tycoons.

For them, nights like this weren't events—they were ritual.