Start The Party

The grand ballroom of the Royals Hotel shimmered beneath the glow of golden chandeliers, casting a warm light across the marble floors. The atmosphere was lively, the air carrying the soft hum of conversation and the gentle clinking of crystal glasses. Even though the party had yet to fully begin, a handful of guests had already arrived, their laughter and chatter filling the elegant space.

Evander stepped through the towering double doors first, his tall figure cutting a striking silhouette against the bright lights. Dressed in a tailored dark blue tuxedo, the same shade as the night sky, he exuded an air of effortless power. His sharp gaze swept across the room, his posture straight and composed—every inch the formidable Evander Walton everyone knew.