Aria's POV
Noah handed over the forged documents without hesitation. The hostess scanned them.
Finally, she smiled politely. "Welcome, Mr. and Miss Blackwood. I hope you enjoy your evening."
We walked inside. Only after we entered the ballroom did I finally breathe normally again.
Noah leaned closer without moving his lips. "The documents worked." His expression remained perfectly pleasant for anyone watching. "You don't need to look nervous."
"I'm not."
He smiled faintly. "Alright, if you say so."
Music drifted through the ballroom. Champagne glasses clinked. Conversations flowed effortlessly around us.
I smiled politely at passing guests while quietly observing everything, the security teams, the camera locations, emergency exits, serving staff. Every detail mattered.
Lydia prow
