Aurora's POV
The event hall was massive, almost intimidating, with its high ceilings and sparkling chandeliers.
Soft, elegant music drifted through the room, a string quartet playing in the far corner. The sound of laughter and low conversations filled the space, blending with the gentle clinking of glasses.
Everything looked expensive—the polished marble floors, the walls decorated with gold accents, and the guests who were dressed in their finest.
I had stepped in alongside Larry feeling completely out of place. My black satin gown hugged my figure tightly, with a slit running up one side. The deep neckline showed more skin than I liked, but Greg insisted it would help sell my role.
“Remember why you’re here,” Greg’s voice came through the small earpiece in my ear. His tone was calm
