This chapter is dedicated to Ona_Matlock_8904. Hey Ona, thank you so much for the golden ticket. I love you. (っ˘з(˘⌣˘ )
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When Penny and Osvaldo arrived at their destination, they were met by a modest crowd walking toward a grand building cloaked in gold-tinted glass.
The evening glow shimmered off its walls like liquid fire, casting everything in a soft, honeyed light. Penny blinked, taking in the scene before her.
"Where are we?" she asked softly, adjusting the black silk mask on her face as her heels clicked gently on the marble steps.
Osvaldo, dressed in a sharp obsidian suit that hugged him like second skin, looked down at her, eyes twinkling behind his matching mask. "It's a surprise, Penguin. What's the fun in me spoiling everything before it begins?"
Penny bit her lower lip, trying hard to calm the nervousness in her chest.
