Le Jardin Étoilé occupied the fortieth floor of Noverra's most exclusive tower, radiating the kind of luxury that made mortals weep. Massive Baccarat crystal chandeliers cast golden light across the dining room, illuminating haute couture gowns and tailored suits worn by entertainment industry power players whose words were as polished as their appearances.
White silk tablecloths draped every surface, set with gold-plated cutlery that probably cost more than most people's cars. Fresh white roses in crystal vases perfumed the air with understated opulence, while a small orchestra tucked into the corner provided soundtrack to the evening's carefully orchestrated networking.
Elior entered alongside Theo, wearing a Tom Ford tuxedo that fit like it had been sewn directly onto his body. The go
