Chapter 90 The Invitation

• The invitation landed on Jasmine's desk, as if by magic, embossed and elegant, the type that commanded attention. She ran her fingers over the gold detailing, curiosity lit. An elite event? She wasn't used to these high-society gatherings yet, but something in the exclusive, almost seductive promise of the tone in the invitation made the decision quite simple. This was a place she needed to be.
• On the night of the event, Jasmine got dressed with utmost care. Sleek, striking, the gown clung to her curves in just all the right places, a deep red telling of boldness. She saw herself, the thickness of that power and allure now draped upon her, caught in the mirror. This would be her night; she would own it.
• As she entered the lavish hall, the soft murmurs and tinkling of glasses enveloped her; a waft of expensive cologne laden in the air. Every line of the place spoke volumes about money and influence. Everything was ignored by Jasmine as her gaze trespassed on the giants of industry milling around, her eyes locking with his.