Della’s POV
My dress flowed in grace as I took slow steps on the stairs, my hand gliding through the railing.
Standing in front of the VIP lounge, I stared at the closed elegant door made of glass and carved wood.
I straightened my skirt and fixed my hair as I smiled professionally.
After receiving Mr. K’s help earlier, I gestured for Sapphire to prepare the most luxurious lounge, especially for Mr. K, and she didn’t let me down.
As I twisted the door open, I greeted, “Mr. K. I hope you like the place.”
My eyes wandered around the room. In the middle of the room was a black glass coffee table with expensive bottles of drinks on top. The sofas were also wide and looked extremely soft with their thick foam.
A 64-inch television was in front of the sofa, and a crystal chandelier in the ceiling brought a dim but fascinating glow inside the room.
“Princess Della.” In the middle of the sofa, Mr. K stood up as he put down the crystal glass on the table.