Stunned silence fell over the lawn the moment Mirena stepped out of the helicopter.
For a heartbeat, it was as if the entire world had frozen—glasses halted mid-air, conversations died on people's lips and laughter died an abrupt death.
Every gaze, curious, covetous, sharp and calculating, locked onto her.
Just like Mirena wanted.
Then the whispers came. Soft at first—whisper like they were meant to be—before their voices picked up in the crowd.
“Who’s that?”
“Oh my God… she’s stunning.”
“Have you seen her entrance?”
The murmurs swelled into a low roar, rolling across the manicured lawn like a tide that could no longer be restrained.
Mirena heard it all and ignored it all.
She lifted her chin, shoulders back, posture immaculate, and began walking toward the
