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Designers and Stylists

The evening of the event was fast approaching, and I needed to ensure everything was in place. I picked up my phone and dialled the number for my personal designers and stylists.

They were accustomed to last-minute arrangements, and I expected nothing less than their best work tonight.

The line rang a few times before someone answered.

"Hello, Donte?" came the voice of Maria, the head designer.

"Maria," I said, keeping my tone brisk and authoritative. "I need you and your team to head to Amara's room immediately.

We have a mafia event tonight, and she needs to look outstanding."

There was a pause, followed by a murmur of acknowledgement. "Of course.

We'll make sure she's prepared. Are there anything specific instructions or preferences?"

I considered the question for a moment. "Just make sure she stands out without drawing unnecessary attention.

Elegant and sophisticated, but not too flashy. This isn't just about making an impression; it's about integrating her into our circle smoothly."

"Understood. We'll get to work right away," Maria confirmed.

I hung up and glanced at the clock. Time was ticking, and I needed to ensure Amara's readiness for the evening.

Her appearance at the event would be a significant factor in how she was received by the other families.

She needed to look impeccable and poised, demonstrating that she was both a valuable asset and a sophisticated presence.

I made my way to my office, where I reviewed the final details of the event. The guest list, seating arrangements, and security protocols all had to be perfect.

The last thing I needed was any hiccup that could jeopardize the evening's success.

As I worked, I couldn't help but think about Amara. Her unique abilities and her recent integration into the mafia were key elements in our current strategy.

The event tonight would serve as both a test and a showcase. If she handled it well, it would solidify her position within our ranks and demonstrate her value to the other families.

Minutes later, I received a text confirming that the team had arrived at her room.

I trusted them to deliver, and with Amara under their care, I knew she'd be ready for the evening.

I leaned back in my chair, going over the final preparations in my mind. Tonight's event was crucial.

It was more than just a social gathering; it was a chance to reaffirm alliances, demonstrate our strength, and solidify Amara's role in our operations.

As the hour approached, I made my way to the main hall of the mansion, ensuring everything was set up and ready.

The event would soon be underway, and with everything in place, I was confident that the night would unfold as planned.