They arrived at a luxurious hotel. Thomas led her confidently to the elevator, which took them to the banquet hall on the top floor. As the elevator doors opened, Ava noticed two impeccably dressed guards stationed at the entrance of the hall. With a courteous nod, they opened the doors wide, gesturing for them to step inside.
The hall was dimly lit. Ava hesitated on the threshold, her unease growing as she glanced around. The faint hum of murmured conversations, clinking glasses, and soft music reached her ears, but the faces of the guests were not visible under the dim light. The whole situation gave her a creepy vibe, and she grew uneasy.
She leaned toward her father and asked in a hushed tone, "Are you sure we're in the right place? This doesn't feel like a charity gala. Maybe it's happening somewhere else?"
Thomas simply smiled. "Relax, Ava. We're exactly where we're supposed to be." He raised his hands and clapped twice.