As they arrived at the prestigious golf club, Amelie's gaze swept across the expansive grounds and the grand architecture.
"This place practically breathes wealth," she murmured under her breath, taking in the understated opulence.
"Isn't your bag heavy?" Gabriel asked, reaching for her handbag.
"It's not. I can carry it," Amelie replied, adjusting it on her arm.
Gabriel gave her a small, charming smile. "Let your husband carry it," he said, gently taking the bag from her.
Lacing his fingers with hers, he led her toward the entrance. As they reached the staircase, Gabriel handed the car keys to the waiting chauffeur with a brief nod before turning to guide her up the steps.
Inside the elegant lounge, a group of five impeccably dressed individuals stood engaged in conversation. Their tailored suits and designer accessories made it clear, they belonged to the elite class of Alpha families.
"Well, look who's arrived!" one of them exclaimed with a hint of playful surprise.
