The morning of the launch was clear and calm, a quiet contrast to the weeks of preparation that had led up to this day. The Celine Vescari Foundation’s first public event was being held at a modest but elegant venue in the city. Kairo and Arielle arrived early, before most of the guests, to oversee the final arrangements.
Arielle’s dress was simple, professional yet elegant. She had chosen something understated on purpose, not to draw attention to herself, but to signal the serious work behind the foundation. Her hair was pulled back neatly, and she carried a small notebook, ready to take notes or manage last-minute details.
Kairo, as always, was dressed sharply in a tailored suit, his expression calm but focused. Arielle noticed the slight tension in his jaw, the way his eyes scanned th
