The private restaurant's VVIP section was hushed, with soft golden lights casting a warm glow on the polished mahogany floors. Only the elite could hope to set foot here—those with influence, wealth, and the right connections. And yet, somehow, the three of them had slipped in, drawing all eyes without even trying.
Saraphina moved first, her presence magnetic. Every step she took was deliberate, graceful, almost predatory. Her beauty was the kind that demanded attention, impossible to ignore—sharp cheekbones, perfect posture, and an elegance that made heads turn even before she fully entered the room.
Behind her, Lily floated like a gentle breeze. There was softness in her beauty, a serene, effortless charm that contrasted with Saraphina's intensity. Her smile was quiet, but it lingered in the air like a sweet perfume.
