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Nasi could not make out what they were talking about, but she knew that she was currently the center of attention with the many jealous pairs of eyes looking at her. Her heart was smug as she strutted to the entrance with her head high and ample bust raised. She was politely blocked by the concierge at the door, however.

“How are you, madam? Kindly show your gala invitation card, please.”

Nasi was momentarily thrown off but quickly recovered herself. With her proud chin lifted high, she sneered at the man. “What is the meaning of this? Are you asking me for an invitation card? Do you think I’ll attend this gala without an invitation?”

“Sorry, madam, you have misunderstood. Asking for an invitation card from a guest is one of the protocols for tonight.” The concierge’s face continued to smile politely, though there were doubts in his eyes.

Rigorous entry protocols were being followed for tonight’s gala. This was to prevent the young, naïve, and unpopular models and starlets from gatecra