(Zacklid group events day)

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Anabel was walking towards the entrance with confidence, knowing fully well she could enter without an invitation card. She was wearing a golden-colored dress that costs more than a hundred thousand dollars. The custom-made designer dress shimmered and shined under the bright lights. Its intricate details and delicate patterns were sparkling like diamonds. The fitted bodice hugged Anabel's curves perfectly, showcasing her toned physique and accentuating her slender waist.

"Excuse me, miss, can we see your invitation card?" One of the security guys asked when she got close.

"I don't have one, and I don't think I needed it. Just let me in." Anabel...