Chapter 203 Nia

• The chandeliers in the East Room glittered like captured stars they casted golden haze over the sea of tuxedos and gowns. Nia did not prepare for this gathering as she would ought to, But since Vince insisted, she had to obey her crush…sorry, boss.
• The White House gala was in full swing, a glittering affair for diplomats, donors, and the elite who pulled the strings behind the curtains. Laughter mingled with the clink of champagne flutes, and a string quartet played softly in the corner, their melody weaving through conversations about trade deals and foreign policy.
• Nia Prescot hovered near the edges of the crowd, a glass of sparkling water in hand—professional poise her armor against the opulence that always made her feel slightly out of place.