CHAPTER 21
Marcus and Abigail stepped out of the car, their arrival marked by the soft rustle of silk and the gleam of polished shoes. The grand ballroom opened before them, alive with the symphony of violins and the gentle hum of conversation.
People moved gracefully, greeting each other with warm smiles and clinking glasses. The atmosphere was both calm and lively, a perfect balance of elegance and excitement. Crystal chandeliers cast a warm glow over the room, reflecting off the polished marble floors.
Marcus walked in, his arm around Abigail's waist, both of them dressed to impress. Marcus wore a sharp, dark suit, while Abigail dazzled in a shimmering gold gown. They handed their invitation to the security guard, who scanned the unique QR code and welcomed them with a nod.
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