TWO CAN PLAY THE GAME - CHAPTER THIRTY EIGHT

JỌLÁADÉ'S POV

There is nothing quite like a uniquely crafted, elegant evening gown for an official dinner party thrown by a distinguished dignitary in the nation, poised to captivate and command the attention of all, perhaps even causing them to forget their companions. The ultimate way to command that full attention is to arrive fashionably late. The grand entrance, when most guests are already present, is paramount. All eyes are fixed on you as if you are the host, seizing the moment.

As I entered the lavishly adorned venue, aglow with opulent chandeliers and soft lighting, all gazes were upon me, and the rising murmur of the crowd was all I could hear; evidently, I had disrupted the socializing. I had arrived to reclaim my crown and honour; in that moment, I had to embody a warrior in a gown, determined to succeed. Despite my nerves, I remained steadfast. Gracefully, I made my way to a cocktail table, where a waiter approached me with a drink. I accepted a glass of champagne and