Victoria

The roar of the elite reception remained behind closed doors. On the spacious terrace, it was noticeably quieter: only the cool night air, muffled music drifting from the hall, and the occasional waiter passing by with glasses of champagne. Most guests continued to discuss deals, politics, and art, as if afraid to miss a single chance to be at the center of attention.

Victoria stepped outside to take a brief respite from the endless chatter. She was just about to head back inside when she noticed someone else on the terrace. Instead of the usual phone calls, texting, or attempts to strike up yet another useful connection, this person was quietly observing the night. Such a sight was a rarity at events like this.

So, not everyone here is interested in playing at a perfect life... How curious.

She approached unhurriedly, coming to a stop by the railing. Victoria remained silent for a few seconds, gazing out at the city lights before breaking the silence.

— A strange choice of location for someone attending the most expensive event in the city, — she offered a slight smile. — Usually, people only leave this room to take an important call... or to escape overly persistent company.

A moment of silence hung between you.

— And what is your reason?

Victoria finally turned her gaze toward you. She didn't seem intrusive—rather, she looked like someone who was genuinely interested in hearing your answer. If the conversation proved to be as unusual as its beginning, perhaps this evening would be remembered for something other than the event itself.