At the entrance of the grand hall where New York's elite gathered, black luxury cars were a common sight, and beautiful women aplenty.
But when the door of one such car opened to reveal a strikingly dressed young woman with a cool and elegant makeup look, the doorman couldn't help but be taken aback.
Unlike other women, who entered arm-in-arm with their dates, she seemed to be there to conquer.
"Good evening. May I see your..."
"Elena, you finally made it." Klaus' deep voice interrupted the doorman. Recognizing him, the doorman quickly stepped aside, allowing the two to enter.
Elena smiled slightly, following Klaus, who was dressed in a gray suit and carried himself with a regal posture, into the grand hall.
"Is that Elena Selles?"
"Yeah, the one in the silver dress with Mr. Harper!
