The private jet touched down on the glowing runway of Monte Carlo, its sleek frame gleaming under the evening lights. Inside, the air buzzed with a mix of excitement and nerves.
Asher stepped off first, dressed in a custom-fitted midnight-blue tux with silver lining, tailored perfectly to Luna's metallic gown. He extended a hand toward her, and when she descended the stairs with a soft smile, cameras already stationed nearby began flashing in the distance.
Zane, sharp in jet black, followed closely, hand in hand with Aria who wore a modern white silk dress with silver embroidery, elegant and understated, just like her.
Callum and Saige brought a burst of color, he in burgundy and she in deep emerald. They looked like they'd stepped out of a fashion editorial.
Monte Carlo was alive with buzz. The Zenith Gala,ba mysterious invite-only gathering of world-class elites, tech giants, fashion leaders, celebrities, and royalty, was hosted once every five years.
