At that moment Emily turned sharply to the guards as she passed through the gates, her heels clicking with irritation on the marble floor.
"You two," she hissed through her clenched teeth, "should consider yourselves out of work once this event is over."
At that moment her eyes narrowed with disdain before she spun around and strutted into the building, not bothering to wait for a response.
The guards exchanged glances, unease settling on their faces.
Moments later, a soft hush rolled over the entrance once again as a new car approached—this time, a white Rolls-Royce, polished to perfection and gleaming under the lights like a pearl among coal.
Immediately The valet opened the door gently.
A single leg stepped out, followed by a slender silhouette dressed entirely in white.
Cora.
