Sunny afternoon. Sky too blue to seem real.
And in the center of a private golf course, surrounded by hectares of laser-trimmed grass, ornamental trees strategically positioned, and decorative fountains playing classical music at low volume… was Luna.
Dressed in a fitted white sports outfit, shiny sneakers, matching visor, and a golf club with titanium finish and rose gold details, she positioned the ball on the impeccable grass mat with an almost… bored air.
"Okay. Position. Breathe. Aim. Twist the hips. Play as if there weren't a thousand dollars hanging on your arm."
She breathed, twisted, and…
CLAC!
The ball flew through the blue sky like a miniature comet, making a perfect trajectory toward the hole…
…and fell straight into a small ornamental fountain that wasn't in the plan.
"Argh. Again."
Nearby, an impeccably dressed butler held a tray with cold drinks, face towel and, of course, the newest model iPhone 16 Pro, in white gold.
"Miss Luna," he said politely. "A call from Miss Victória Lancaster-Monroe."
Luna, still with the club resting on her shoulder, raised an eyebrow. "The violet? The one from the glitter dessert?"
"Exactly."
She took the phone with a touch and lazily slid her finger. "Hello?"
On the other end, Victória's unmistakable and lively voice exploded. "Luuuuna! Oh, good you answered! I was thinking about you, I swear on Gucci!"
"I hope this isn't an invite to an occult ritual with champagne and flamingos."
"Hahaha, not yet. But now that you mentioned it, gave me ideas. But seriously: are we going out today? Me, you, Lumine, and Nikoly. Something light, fun… Just amazing girls being dangerous together."
Luna looked around the field.
The butler was already placing a new ball on the grass.
She sighed. "Victória, I just hit a fountain with my fifth swing attempt. If I stay here for another half hour, I'll start talking to the decorative birds. So yes. I'm in."
On the other side, Victória cheered. "Perfeeeect! And please, come fabulous, but like you didn't try. That vibe 'I was born like this, I'm rich effortlessly, and maybe cause accidents with a look.' You know?"
Luna smiled. "That's my natural state."
"Knew you'd say that. Kisses! Get ready to cause trouble!"
Luna handed the phone back to the butler, spun the club with one hand like a sword, and said with a distant look. "Golf is boredom disguised as elegance. Time to put social chaos on the agenda."
Ivy appeared in miniature in the corner of the field, floating. "You finally got tired of pretending to care about aristocratic sports. Updating personality profile: 'sarcastic princess with trauma history and dangerous golf club.'"
Luna laughed, walking back to the mansion.
As soon as she took the first step on the polished marble corridor, the wall panels lit up in sequence, as if even the architecture eagerly awaited the show.
Ivy was already floating beside her, in a holographic fashionista version, wearing a boa, high heels, and an imaginary glass in hand. "Miss Luna, time to choose the look. Available options: 'Cruel Casual,' 'Humiliating Subtlety,' or 'Disguised as civilian but still goddess.'"
"Hmm… something between the second and the third. I want to cause trouble, but look like I didn't try."
"Understood. Activating style 'Fluid Danger with Noble Lipstick.'"
The closet opened like the vault of an enchanted museum.
Rows of dresses hung from golden rods, shoes organized like works of art, limited edition bags in showcases protected by invisible anti-envy spells (probably).
Luna walked barefoot, fingers brushing the fabrics.
Velvet? No.
Satin? Hmm…
Black organza with sapphire blue reflection and diagonal cut? Yes.
She took the piece carefully, feeling the softness shine between her fingers.
She matched it with thin-heeled sandals studded with microdiamonds.
Long silver sapphire earrings.
Light makeup, glowing skin, burnt red lipstick with 'bitten and conquered' finish.
Ivy commented. "Miss, this look has a 93% chance to cause sighs, 82% to provoke passive hatred from insecure women, and 74% to start instant love rumors."
"Great. Just missing the perfume that makes rich people sweat nervously."
Ivy nodded. "I discreetly sprayed Essence Nº13: Ego Melted in 3 Seconds."
Minutes later, Luna was descending the stairs.
And at the end of the mansion's main corridor, the double glass doors opened revealing… the temple of motorized dreams: her garage.
Luxurious.
Illuminated with soft blue LEDs.
Impeccable floor.
Black lion statues.
And in the center, on a small rotating black marble podium…
The Bugatti Divo — metallic black with pink-chrome details, custom finish with the monogram "L.V.N." discreetly engraved on the rear.
Luna walked up to it with an almost predatory smile.
The car lights turned on by themselves, recognizing their owner.
The sound of the engine starting was deep, sensual, a roar of royalty with adrenaline.
She entered the car, doors closing with a mechanical whisper.
Touches on the digital panel:
"How you like that…?!" BLACKPINK started blasting on the internal surround sound system.
Luna turned up the volume.
The beat entered.
The engine roared.
And she accelerated.
The wheels traced smooth curves on the mansion's private road, opening toward the lit city.
Hair in the wind, flawless lipstick, sharp gaze.
"How you like that…?!" the music repeated as Luna smiled with eyes on the road, driving as if the world was hers.
Elsewhere in the city…
A place where the elite not only drinks, but decides the fate of entire cities between toasts and whispers.
The lights were soft, amber.
The vaulted ceiling displayed Renaissance paintings… with neon touches.
The walls, lined with dark leather.
In the center, a circular white marble table occupied by three women impossible to ignore.
All had glasses of imperial feminine beer — sparkling, pink, with hibiscus petals delicately floating.
They laughed.
They talked.
They caused envy naturally.
Victória took a light sip, then tilted her head. "The Lancaster group is finalizing a land purchase in Croatia. Coastline with absurd potential. So cheap it's almost offensive. We're going to build four five-star hotels and a floating resort…"
"…The only hard thing is convincing my father not to name everything after his children. Like, imagine a hotel called Victória Lancaster Resort. Sounds like a 90s cruise ship name."
Lumine laughed with a touch of irony. "At least it sounds human. My father tried to register a perfume brand called Edelweiss nº 37 – Smell of Economic Victory. We had to intervene in a family meeting."
"You guys still have naming problems." Nikoly slowly spun the glass between her fingers. "The Hoshinami group is studying entering the American real estate market. Ghost towns, old military bases… forgotten places. Perfect to turn into luxury paradises with cyber-zen theme."
Victória blinked. "Like... meditation in a bunker?"
"Exactly."
The three laughed.
Not because it was a joke, but because it was true.
And absurdly feasible.
Lumine put the glass down on the table and leaned back calmly. "Edelweiss Films invested heavily in a Chinese project last week. 300 million euros. It's a sci-fi based on an 8th-century poem. Visually impressive. Almost no dialogue."
Nikoly raised an eyebrow. "That's bold."
"It's art." Lumine replied with a smile.
Victória smiled with her eyes.
For a brief moment, they were silent, observing the environment.
Nobles from all over the world, disguised magnates, young heirs being trained to rule countries without ever raising their voices.
The place was a sanctuary of power... disguised as a nightclub.
Victória was the first to say what everyone was thinking. "Is Luna coming?"
Nikoly nodded, without taking her eyes off the entrance. "She said yes. And she doesn't seem like the type who speaks just to speak."
Lumine smiled, soft. "Curious. We don't know anything about her. No family surname. No history in social columns. No records in diplomatic events. But when she enters a place… it's as if the environment reorganizes its priorities."
Victória bit the rose gold straw of her glass and laughed. "She's an enigma with expensive lipstick. And I'm obsessed."
Nikoly played with the holographic menu. "Maybe she's the daughter of a reclusive billionaire. Or a princess of a microstate hidden in the Alps."
Lumine looked at her beer glass and murmured, as if already suspicious. "Or something completely different..."
Then… they heard.
Not the sound of the car itself.
But the vibration.
The collective whisper at the entrance.
The subtle sound of the doors opening.
The gazes being pulled, as if by gravity.
Victória turned her neck, excited.
Nikoly smiled silently.
Lumine raised an eyebrow.
And then, at the end of the mirrored and golden corridor…
Luna entered.
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