CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR
The gala Outside the grand venue, the night came alive with flashes that exploded like fireworks. Paparazzi lined the entrance, shouting names, their camera shutters firing nonstop. Security held them at bay, but their presence alone was overwhelming. The social elite mingled nearby, mingling with actors, artists, and the wealthy—the world Aziel commanded, and tonight, Iris was stepping into it with him. Inside the car, Iris’s palms were damp, her grip tight on the seat. Her eyes widened at the chaos outside, the sea of photographers, the shouting, the flashing lights. Her chest tightened, a quiet panic bubbling beneath the surface of her calm exterior. Aziel glanced at her, noting her unease. His voice cut softly through the hum of the engine. “Scared?” She only nodded, lips pressed
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