The city lights shimmered softly as the Virellano family's car stopped in front of an exclusive fine-dining restaurant—Aria Dining—a high-end venue that accepted only reserved guests. Owned by the multinational Aria Group, which also operated the Aria Plaza Mall, the restaurant stood as a symbol of power and luxury.
Al and Aurielle stepped out of the vehicle. Their outfits were semi-formal, stylish enough to reflect class—though not quite as dazzling as what they'd worn to the Tamarvich family banquet. Still, Aurielle's commanding presence as a young CEO radiated naturally.
She glanced at her brother and gave a curt order:
"Don't embarrass me. Only speak when spoken to."
Al nodded faintly and calmly shoved both hands into his pockets, his expression indifferent as always.
They were escorted to the VVIP room—a semi-open, private space with a futuristic design, minimalist high-tech decor, and a glittering view of the night cityscape.
