In the early hours of the morning, a business jet landed at a private airport in New York State.
Only two people stepped off the Hawker Beechcraft: one tall and one short. They were Ryan and Joel.
Joel had been excited throughout the flight, and now he was taking pictures of everything with his phone.
He remembered how disheveled he'd been the last time he went to New York with Ryan. He never imagined that less than two months later, he'd be flying on a business jet with Ryan.
Carrying only simple luggage, the two of them found an MPV waiting at the exit. It had been there for quite some time.
"Gentlemen, I'll be your driver and guide this time, and I'll be looking after you during this year's White Party." He took the initiative to help Ryan and Joel with their luggage.
It was worth noting that the man wore a pure white suit, in keeping with the name "White Party."
Strictly speaking, Ryan wasn't even a guest but a performer. Yet he had a business jet and a personal car and driver waiting for him. Everything suggested that the party was truly "extravagant."
In the car, Ryan sent a message and made a call. Then he checked into a boutique hotel in Hampton, Long Island. The hotel wasn't very large, but its decor was exquisite. To suit the party, the lobby had been adorned with plenty of white decorations.
"Did you hear that? The indoor pool and spa are right downstairs from our suite..." Joel whispered as they entered the elevator.
They'd barely set their luggage down when the phone in their room rang.
"Sir, there's a woman here who says her name is Ilena. She'd like to visit you."
"Send her up, and put her name