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The Entrance

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last update آخر تحديث: 2026-01-05 19:00:00

**KIRA**

The convoy stopped in front of the Ashford International Events Center.

Kira looked out the window. The building was huge. Glass walls, expensive cars everywhere, photographers standing behind ropes with their cameras ready.

A lot of people.

More than she expected.

The driver opened her door. “Miss Ashford.”

Kira stepped out.

Immediately, cameras started flashing. Voices shouted her name from every direction.

“Kira! Over here!”

“Miss Ashford!”

“Look this way!”

She ignored them. Kept her face neutral and walked forward.

The red dress moved as she walked. Her heels made sharp sounds against the pavement. She didn’t smile. Didn’t wave. Just walked like she had somewhere important to be.

Because she did.

At the entrance, Marcus was waiting. He smiled when he saw her.

“There she is.”

Kira took his hand. He kissed her cheek quickly.

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