That night, the Lang Yue Hotel ballroom sparkled under chandeliers of glistening crystal.
Among Jakarta’s elite, the air was thick with the clinking of glasses, the soft swell of classical music, and polite conversations laced with hidden agendas.
The event of the evening: The Asian Inspirational Women Awards Gala—a prestigious ceremony broadcast nationwide. And amidst the sea of powerful guests, two women with a long and tangled history were slowly, inevitably, moving toward each other.
Selena entered in a black velvet gown with a plunging neckline and a flowing cape. Her hair was styled into a sleek updo, diamond earrings glinting as she walked. Her elegance radiated power.
Tasha trailed behind, whispering urgently, “Evelyn is on the west side of the room. She hasn’t seen you yet. Bu
