The city lights shimmered softly as the Virellano family's car stopped in front of an exclusive fine-dining restaurant—Aria Dining—a high-end venue that accepted only reserved guests.
Owned by the multinational Aria Group, which also operated the Aria Plaza Mall, the restaurant stood as a symbol of power and luxury.
Al and Aurielle stepped out of the vehicle.
Their outfits were semi-formal, stylish enough to reflect class—though not quite as dazzling as what they'd worn to the Tamarvich family banquet. Still, Aurielle's commanding presence as a young CEO radiated naturally.
She glanced at her brother and gave a curt order:
"Don't embarrass me. Only speak when spoken to."
Al nodded faintly and calmly shoved both hands into his pockets, his expression indifferent as always.
"Since when did I ever embarrass you?" he protested flatly.
Aurielle ignored him, and the two of them continued walking.
