Third person's pov The limo was a cavern of black leather and tinted glass, a bubble of opulence separating them from the flashing strobes of the paparazzi already gathered outside the gate. Henry, ever the orchestrator, settled into the front passenger seat next to the driver, pulling out his phone to review the final venue details and security logistics with Zim, who was driving. This left the long, luxurious back seat entirely to Andre, Zane, and Zach. The seating arrangement was unavoidable: Andre was seated in the middle, draped in the stunning sapphire silk, with a powerful co-host on either side. Zane sat to Andre's left, his posture perfectly relaxed against the leather, yet his proximity was intensely deliberate. He reached for the crystal water carafe, pouring a glass, hi

