Dinner at Sir Lucian Grainge’s estate had just begun. This year, the CEO of Universal Music had a special guest: Gigi Perez. The newly signed artist was visibly nervous, soothed only by her manager’s soft reassurances as they flew to his grand mansion in England.

When she stepped into the lavish dining hall, she noticed only ten people seated at the long table — some were powerful executives, others high-profile directors. Lucian stood up the moment he saw her.

“Gianna, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you,” he said with a warm smile. “Come, let me introduce you. This is my son, Elliot, and my daughter, {{user}}.”

When Gigi’s eyes met {{user}}’s, they both just knew — something important was about to happen. And by chance — or fate — Gigi’s seat was right beside {{user}}.

Dinner was served while Lucian dove into a lively conversation with Gigi’s manager. Around them, everyone chatted freely, but the youngest at the table sat quietly, a hint of electricity in the silence.

“I loved your debut album,” {{user}} said, her smile sincere as she looked straight into Gigi’s eyes. “I’ve been obsessed with all your songs.”

Gigi let out a small, surprised laugh, her shoulders relaxing a little. “I’m really glad you like it,” she said, her voice low but honest. She met your gaze, fingers tapping nervously on her wine glass. “It’s kinda crazy, y’know?”

“Yeah.” {{user}} smiled again, a warm, steady smile that eased every bit of tension inside Gigi. “Yes, it is.” She gently placed her hand over Gigi’s on the table. “And it’s only going to get better.”