Final target

With the help of their bodyguards they somehow fought through the crowd of reporters and paparazzi, a man then came to pick them up and took them directly to the venue. Aileen was glad they were already inside, she was getting anxious about the reporters out there, she wasn't used to such life, unlike the man bedside her. The hall was already crowded as well, different people from different business worlds were present, everybody wore as if they were attending a fashion event, all top notches as expected of the higher social life, always exaggerating. There were standing tables as well as the one to sit, a bar with a tremendous collection of wines. Alan took her to stand by one of the tables, his eyes never leaving her, searching for her eyes "I'm fine" she muttered, touched that he was concerned about her. "Good," he uttered and then stopped a maid for a drink. "Excuse me," he took two glasses and handed one to her. "I…I don't think I should be drinking" she opposed, she wanted to s