Soon, the four of them made their way to a table marked for VIP guests.
It was positioned with a clear view of the stage, tucked slightly apart from the other seating areas.
Everything about it screamed exclusivity, from the polished silverware to the custom-printed name cards. Servers moved gracefully between tables, offering trays of wine, champagne, and signature cocktails.
Not far from their table was a lavish buffet, lined with rows of meticulously plated appetizers, charcuterie boards, and decadent desserts—from jewel-toned macarons to glossy fruit tarts and artisan chocolates.
Lara’s gaze lingered on the dessert table a little longer than she intended. She wasn’t particularly hungry, but everything looked too pretty not to try.
Reagan, who was mid-conversation with Noah, not
