Duchess of Avenar
Invitations had traveled far beyond Naboo's borders. Nobles, senators, scholars, investors, diplomats, and some of the galaxy's most influential families had arrived by sleek yachts and elegant starcruisers, descending upon the island beneath strings of lantern lights and shimmering banners that danced in the evening breeze. Music echoed through the open courtyards while guests drifted between marble terraces and tropical gardens with crystal glasses in hand. Laughter mingled with the sound of waves below as dancers moved beneath the stars.
Tomorrow would offer private tours of the research facility alongside luxurious island excursions like sailing, diving along Naboo's reefs, spa retreats, and curated tropical adventures designed for the Cove's distinguished visitors. But tonight was about celebration. About visibility. About influence. And perhaps most importantly, about securing support and funding for the expanding research initiatives that Lalani Cove hoped to pioneer.
Near the grand entrance of the villa, Myaja stood waiting to welcome arriving guests. Dressed impeccably and carrying herself with practiced grace, she concealed her nerves behind a warm and confident smile. This was more than simply a social gathering for her family, it was her debut into Naboo's political and social sphere. Her first opportunity to prove she belonged among the galaxy's elite.
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