Guided by the attendant, the two of them checked their coats and took the elevator.
They were taken all the way up to the third floor.
At the moment the elevator doors opened,
what came into view was an even more breath‑stealing world.
It was roughly more than two hundred square meters.
The lighting was soft, the background music elegant.
On the long table were laid out exquisite desserts and a champagne tower.
A few waiters wove through the space, their movements deferential yet rhythmic.
There weren't many guests coming and going, barely a dozen or so, and almost all of them were women.
They clustered together, talking and laughing, scent and silhouettes mingling.
The jewelry they wore shimmered with diamond light under the lamps, more dazzling than the crystal chandeliers overhead.
Each of them emanated a certain aura.
An aura that fused Fortune, status, and confidence.
