SELENE’s POV
The Whitmore Foundation Gala was already crowded when my car arrived.
Camera flashes exploded immediately outside the grand entrance while security teams held reporters behind the barricades. Expensive cars lined the driveway endlessly, their polished surfaces reflecting the golden lights surrounding the massive hotel.
My assistant stepped out first before opening the back door for me carefully. All attention was shifted toward me as I stepped out of the black Bentley Flying Spur Mulliner, media cameras flashing nonstop on me.
The sharp evening air brushing lightly against my skin as my heels touched the polished black granite pavement beneath me. The ballroom entrance suddenly became quieter the moment I entered,I lifted my eyes calmly toward the crowd ahead while camera
