Chapter 35
The night of the gala arrived,
and Paris was illuminated by a million lights,
the Eiffel Tower sparkling in the distance against the dark French sky.
The grand venue was surrounded by hundreds of photographers and reporters,
their cameras flashing like a constant storm of lightning as the elite arrived.
Sleek limousines lined up along the red carpet,
discharging billionaires,
celebrities,
and royalty from all over the world,
all dressed in their finest attire.
The Vance limousine finally pulled up to the entrance,
and the crowd grew quiet with anticipation,
knowing that Marcus Vance rarely attended such public social events.
The driver opened the door,
and Marcus stepped out,
looking devastatingly handsome in a custom black tuxedo that fit his broad shoulders perfectly.
He turned back,
extending his hand into the car,
and helped Khloe step onto the red carpet,
causing a sudden,
collective gasp from the crowd.
She looked absolutely radiant,
the midnight blue gown flowing around her like water,
the diamond and sapphire necklace catching the light with every movement she made.
The photographers went into a frenzy,
the flashes becoming deafening as Marcus led Khloe down the carpet,
his hand resting protectively on the small of her back.
He did not look at the cameras,
nor did he stop for interviews,
his focus entirely on ensuring Khloe felt safe and comfortable amidst the chaos.
They entered the grand ballroom,
a magnificent space filled with crystal chandeliers,
gilded pillars,
and beautiful classical music playing from a live orchestra.
Heads turned as they walked in,
whispers spreading through the high society crowd about the legendary transformation of Marcus Vance.
The ruthless,
cold billionaire who used to destroy companies for breakfast was now looking down at his wife with a tenderness that was undeniable.
Julian met them near the entrance,
holding two glasses of champagne,
his expression professional but his eyes filled with a deep pride for the couple.
"Everything is prepared,
sir,"
Julian informed them quietly,
"your table is at the front,
and the presentations will begin shortly."
"Thank you,
Julian,"
Khloe said with a warm smile,
May you like
taking a glass,
feeling the nervous flutter in her stomach disappear as Marcus squeezed her hand reassuringly.
