Rachel's POV
The Cartridge gala was exactly what people expected from the Cartridge family, elegant, expensive, and carefully perfect. If you want people to respect you more then you always have to throw the wealthiest of parties and make sure a good number of people came to network.
The event was being held at the top floor of one of their waterfront developments, the entire restaurant glowing beneath warm golden lights. Fresh flowers decorated every table in soft arrangements, and beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city shimmered against the dark water below.
It was ethereal.
The moment I stepped inside, cameras turned toward me. The lights blinded me, I shielded my eyes as I flashed them a smile.
A photographer called my name and someone from the media team lifted a camera i
