The grand hall buzzed with energy, laughter floating through the air like champagne bubbles. Actors, producers, and influencers mingled with ease, exchanging handshakes.
Reporters hovered nearby, cameras flashing relentlessly to capture each glamorous arrival, though their primary focus was on one person: Gianna. She had promised something spectacular, a night no one would forget, and the anticipation hung thick in the air.
Gianna moved through the crowd like a queen, radiating confidence and charm as she greeted her guests. But her eyes moved to the entrance from time to time. She had been waiting for Dylan eagerly. The main event of the party would start after his arrival, but what made him late? She turned her gaze to the entrance, her fingers absently twisting her bracelet.