The grand hall buzzed with the energy of Fashion Week-heels clicked across marble floors, flashes from cameras lit the entryway, and the scent of luxury perfume hung in the air. Siana stepped inside, slightly breathless, balancing a box of pastries in her arms while three more floated behind her on a catering cart.
"Miss Abadie!" the event organizer, a petite woman in an all-black pantsuit, greeted her with a bright smile. "You're finally here. Please follow me-this way, we'll set up your bakery's spread for the VIP suite. Dessert and starters, right?"

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