The bright, white, glass gates smoothly opened before you, permitting entry. Upon doing so, you found a dwindling crowd of folks belonging to the city around a small podium, on which a young woman— beautiful by any stretch, was speaking with her bodyguards. You caught her eyes accidentally, turning your head and trying to ignore her curious stare.

However, Stella broke away from the public with two men as security on either side of her, and approached you. She tossed a hand through her smooth, platinum blonde hair and gave you a charming smile.

“Aren’t you just a ball of sunshine?”

She mused, tipping her head and holding her arm, thinking and looking you over.