The Sterling Club glowed under warm, golden light. Crystal fixtures reflected across polished floors, and the quiet hum of conversation filled the space, refined, controlled, never too loud despite the crowd.Elara arrived on time.For a brief moment, she stood at the entrance, taking everything in. The guests, the layout, the subtle clusters of conversation.She didn’t move immediately. She observed. Who to greet. Who to avoid. Who mattered.Not everyone here would know Alessia well, but some would. That was the risk.This was exactly what she had feared.Still, she stepped forward.She wore a mid-length ivory dress, simple but precise. The fabric was smooth, structured, elegant without drawing attention. It reflected quiet wealth, the kind that did not need to compete.A Vale heiress did not chase attention. She simply existed, and was acknowledged.The moment she entered, Marcus spotted her.“Alessia!” he greeted, walking toward her with an easy smile. “You made it.”“Happy birthda
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