Serena Vale
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The venue was louder than I expected.
Not because of loud music or over-the-top yelling, but the constant buzz of conversation reminded me that it was a networking mixer.
Tall cocktail tables occupied the room, each one surrounded by people in custom suits and dresses, looking like they belonged there.
I felt out of place, but Lila’s hand around mine made me feel more confident.
“Rule number one,” Lila murmured as we stepped in, immediately stealing two flutes of champagne from a passing server and handing one to me. “No selling unless they ask.”
I nodded. “Rule number two?”
“Smile confidently.”
Lila got into it immediately. She didn’t give me time to give myself a pep talk before she pulled me along with her to a small circle near the bar. “Serena, this is Marco
