The grand entrance was filled with elegant decorations, such as golden lights, red carpets, and grand floral arrangements, surrounded by a heavy presence of bodyguards in sharp black suits, their eyes scanning every guest with professional intensity.
As Aestrea and Vespera approached, two of the guards stepped forward politely but firmly.
"Invitation, please," one of them requested respectfully.
Vespera smiled calmly and reached into her small clutch, pulling out a black VIP invitation card embossed with gold lettering.
The moment the guards saw it, their posture changed almost immediately, becoming far more deferential and accommodating.
"Of course, Miss Lang," the lead guard said, bowing slightly.
"Welcome. The President has been expecting you."
They stepped aside smoothly, opening the path for them.
But as Aestrea walked beside her, one of the younger guards couldn't help but murmur to his colleague, eyes widening in recognition.
