The victory celebration was held at the largest hotel owned by the Marson Group in New York.
The guest list was a who's who of the city's elite, and the entrance was lined with luxury cars as security stood watch with meticulous vigilance.
Beauty had changed into a black-and-white striped strapless gown that grazed her ankles, revealing a glimpse of pale, delicate skin.
She'd let her upswept hair fall loosely over her shoulders, a casual touch that only heightened her captivating presence.
Lucas wore a tailored black suit with contrasting panels—a perfect match for her evening gown, as if they'd coordinated as a couple.
Standing side by side, they looked like a pair of jade ornaments, or perhaps immortal lovers who'd stepped right out of a classical painting.
All eyes were drawn to Lucas and the woman beside him, their gazes filled with undisguised admiration.
"Congratulations, Mr. Marson.
The Jewelry Star of the Year award is surely yours.
