Chapter 21

Marcus and Abigail stepped out of the car, their arrival marked by the soft rustle of silk and the gleam of polished shoes. The grand ballroom opened before them, alive with the symphony of violins and the gentle hum of conversations.

People moved gracefully, greeting each other with warm smiles and clinking glasses. The atmosphere was both calm and lively, a perfect balance of elegance and excitement. Crystal chandeliers cast a warm glow over the room, reflecting off the polished marble floors.

Marcus walked in, his arm around Abigail's waist, both of them dressed to impress. Marcus wore a sharp, dark suit, while Abigail dazzled in a shimmering gold gown. They handed their invitation to the doorman, who scanned the unique QR code and welcomed them with a nod.

Abigail's eyes widened, her grip tightening on Marcus's arm. "Wow, this place is incredible," she whispered, her voice full of awe.

“Keep it together," Marcus murmured back, his gaze sharp as it swept o