I held my breath as I showed the special invitation at the entrance of the event. The security guard's eyes widened slightly as he examined it—no plus one, just my name. Juliana Johnson.
"Go right in, Ms. Johnson," he said, stepping aside.
I walked through the ornate doors of the Oceanion Energy Summit venue, aware of the surprised looks from those who recognized me. The space was already filled with industry elites mingling over champagne and hors d'oeuvres.
Miles hurried over, his expression a mixture of relief and confusion. "Juliana! I thought you'd be right behind me. How did you get in without... wait, you have your own invitation?"
"Something like that," I replied, keeping my voice neutral.
His brows furrowed. "But after what happened yesterday with Liam removing me from the guest list, I was worried you wouldn't make it in at all."
"I have my ways," I said with a small smile.
