Valerie’s POV
Raton and I arrived late at the event center. Everywhere seemed to be choked with people from different places. My hand rested on his arm slightly, my face wearing a smile that could compliment our pose.
Too many photographs, and the flashy camera was almost blinding but I still maintained the smile on my face even though I had forced it.
The Hollywood gala was in full swing, an extravagant affair filled with the city’s wealthiest and most powerful people. Women in dazzling gowns sipped champagne, their laughter blending with the soft classical music.
Men from across the world exchanged handshakes, while some were seated exchanging thoughts as well. And to an extent, I felt I was the youngest in the place, although there were many more young looking people they screame
