Chapter 9 - THE PREPARATION FOR THE GRAND ENTRANCE
Back in the penthouse suite, Charlotte fastened a breathtaking diamond choker around her neck, contrasting sharply with her simple grace.
She slipped into a midnight-blue velvet evening gown that shimmered under the warm recessed lighting of the room.
"You look every bit the empress you are, Charlotte," the Host remarked, setting his crystal glass down on the mahogany table.
"It's time to show them what true power looks like, without the costume," Charlotte said, turning to face him.
They walked together toward the private double doors that led directly to the VIP mezzanine overlooking the grand ballroom.
The sound of low murmurs and classical music swelled as the heavy velvet curtains were slowly pulled back by an attendant.
Standing at the edge of the mezzanine, Charlotte looked down at the sea of tuxedoed men and elegant women below.
The framed American flag mounted near the ballroom stage stood tall, reminding everyone of the constitutional bounds of their empires.
The Host stepped up to the brass microphone at the edge of the balcony, his commanding voice silencing the entire room instantly.
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"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for your patience tonight," the Host announced, his voice echoing clearly across the hall.
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