The evening wears on, and the last of the guests begin to trickle out of the ballroom. Marilena, standing slightly apart from the gathering, stays close by Christian's side. She offers quiet, knowing glances to the people who offer their goodbyes, some of them looking at her with newfound respect—and a hint of fear. Tonight, she's made her mark, her voice echoing through the event long after the speeches and performances have ended. It's clear that the world of high society has taken notice, and her presence is no longer something easily dismissed.
The air outside is cool, and the soft rustle of leaves fills the quiet space as the last of the guests leave the venue. Salvador approaches, smiling as he sees Marilena and Christian standing by the door. "Marilena," he says warmly, extending his hand. "I've heard a lot about you tonight, and I have to say, I'm impressed. Not many people have the courage to speak the truth around here."
