Alexander
Tonight is the success party. I've let Theo handle most of the details, supervising the arrangements, ensuring every name that mattered received an invitation. Friends, allies, even competitors. They say keep your friends close and your enemies closer.
I'm not exactly a social butterfly, never have been, but I don't hate parties either. Growing up, this was my life: banquets, galas, and success parties that all blurred together. Networking, shaking hands, smiling, even when I was exhausted. It's a routine I mastered, though one that always feels heavy. Still, as an ambitious man, I know the importance of appearances, so I embrace it.
One last glance in the mirror, charcoal suit, crisp white shirt, and a tie knotted to perfection. Composed, controlled, unreadable. That's how I enter rooms.
Theo messaged that the car is ready. It's time.
Anastasia
I stand in front of the mirror, steadying my breath as I take in my reflection. My gown shimmers under the soft light, an off-the-shoulder masterpiece that sparkles with sequins. The fitted bodice, draped just right, shapes my frame, while the sweetheart neckline softens the boldness. The high slit on the skirt adds a daring edge. The color, pearlescent, shifting between champagne and silver, seems to catch every flicker of light, as if it were made to be seen.
My makeup is soft, almost nude, letting my features glow without distraction. My hair falls in cascading waves, part tied in a sleek half-up style, the rest tumbling down my back. A few strands frame my face, delicate yet deliberate.
Beside me, Talia looks striking in a burgundy gown with a high halter neckline. Her sleek ponytail and sharp makeup radiate confidence, her presence as commanding as ever. Together, we balance her dark sophistication, my light elegance.
One last adjustment of my gown, one last glance at Talia's approving nod, and we step out.
The chauffeur is already waiting. As the car pulls up to the grand venue, I smooth the fabric of my gown, preparing myself.
When we walk in, it feels like the air shifts. Heads turn. Conversations pause. Every pair of eyes finds us, and for a moment, the silence is louder than the music.
I lift my chin, shoulders squared. Talia does the same.
We walk as though we own the place.
And yet, the weight of those stares, hungry, curious, judgmental, presses against me. Against Alexander. Against us all.
Still, we keep moving forward.