The air at the gala was electric, filled with the sounds of conversation and the occasional flash of cameras.
Samantha’s gaze flitted around the room, not out of interest in the event but in anticipation. Her eyes darted toward the entrance every now and then.
Daniel, standing beside her, noticed she was distracted. “Samantha,” he said, his tone curious, “are you expecting someone?”
She snapped her head toward him, feigning a casual smile. “Oh, no. Just observing the surroundings,” she said.
Daniel raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced but choosing to let it go. “Alright,” he said, looking around the sitting area. “We should find a place to sit,” he added.
Samantha opened her mouth to respond but froze when a sleek vehicle pulled up outside. The press, who had been lingering near the
