Before she could find her footing, another woman appeared, also dressed in black, her expression equally polished. She carried a silver tray adorned with two elegant glasses of pale gold wine, condensation glistening down the crystal.“Would you care for a glass?” she asked smoothly, her voice barely louder than a whisper.Nia turned to Ashera with wide eyes and a tight-lipped expression that screamed: I cannot believe this is happening.But then, of course, she reached out and grabbed a glass, grinning with a kind of wicked glee. “Well, when in Rome…” she murmured, before taking a sip.Ashera hesitated, but under the soft lighting, with the consultants waiting patiently and the chilled glass gleaming like an invitation, she reached out too. Her fingers wrapped around the stem with cautious grace, and she gave the attendants a small, grateful smile.“Thank you,” she said softly.The women r
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