TWO DAYS LATER : STERLING SUMMIT
The lights inside the grand hall of The Royal Crest shimmered like gold dust against the polished floors. Tall glass windows framed the distant skyline of Cresswell City, while soft jazz floated through the air, wrapping the evening in elegance.
Georgia stood near the entrance, her red gown catching the light with every small step she took.
The fabric clung to her body just enough, smooth and simple at the top, with a daring low back and a slight flare at the hem. A thin gold belt hugged her waist, adding just the right touch of shine. Her dark hair was swept into a low bun, loose curls framing her face. Her heels clicked quietly on the marble floor, sharp and confident.
She walked in like she belonged there, and she did.
The room was filled with suits
