"Claire, you're absolutely stunning," Alvin Nelson approached her, sincerely admiring her beauty.
"Thank you, Mr. Nelson," Claire Miller replied with a soft smile, her lips slightly curved.
"I wish you great success tonight. May everything go smoothly," he offered his heartfelt blessing.
"Thank you. I'll take your kind words as a good omen. I believe it will," Claire smiled with charming confidence as she walked toward the venue.
The spacious hall was arranged like a small island, with over a dozen tables. Each table was adorned with perfume-packaged souvenirs and fresh flowers with name cards.
The atmosphere was warm and romantic, with a sweet fragrance lingering in the air, perfectly tailored to women's fantasies of love and romance.
There were only twenty minutes left before the event began.
Just as Claire reached the entrance, a luxury car pulled up.
A bellhop quickly stepped forward and opened the car door.
