"Welcome, Mr. Kane," a poised staff member said, approaching them. "Please, allow me to assist with registration."
The butler handed over the invitation card, and the staff member scanned it efficiently.
"Thank you, sir. You're registered. Your bidding paddle number is 217."
Samantha's eyes sparkled as she accepted the paddle. "I don't know why I feel so excited today."
Michael smiled, his eyes crinkling. "I'm glad you are excited."
A discreet security check followed, and then they received personalized access badges.
"Enjoy the auction, Mr. Kane, Ms. Samantha," the staff member said, handing them each a champagne flute.
As they glided into the opulent venue, Michael and Samantha were enveloped by the murmur of high-society guests.
Samantha's voice barely rose above the din, "I'v
