The hall shimmered under cascading crystal lights, their glow reflecting off rows of elegantly dressed guests. Soft murmurs drifted through the air, laughter, whispered gossip, and the clink of champagne glasses. The scent of expensive perfume lingered like quiet competition.

Socialites leaned in to exchange secrets, critics observed with practiced indifference, and at the end of the gleaming runway, a velvet curtain waited in stillness.

Then the music began—low, deliberate, commanding.

Conversations faded at once. Silence fell as the first model stepped out, and the night transformed into a spectacle of beauty, power, and rivalry.

Guinevere tilted her chin slightly, a flawless smile curving her lips as she leaned closer...