Isadora sat in the car beside Kane, her hands resting on her lap. Kane adjusted the steering wheel and glanced at her.
"Tonight you'll finally get your revenge," he said.
She nodded once, her expression calm but her eyes sharp. Kane drove off, the city lights reflecting across the windshield.
On another side of town, Brandon stood in a quiet room, his suit pressed, his presence commanding. A man approached him.
"Is the plan in motion?" Brandon asked, his voice stern .
"Yes, boss," the man replied.
Brandon gave a short nod. "Good.
The Hayes gala was already alive with activity. Cars lined the entrance, each one releasing guests dressed in their finest.
Paparazzi crowded the walkway, shouting well known names, snapping photos, capturing every detail,reporters asking questions in search of a big story. The flashes lit up the night like fireworks.
