"Sir, may I have your car keys?" The attendant standing by the road smiled and held out his hand.
"No need. Please tell me where the parking spaces are."
"Just turn right up ahead."
"All right, thank you."
Kallen took out a ten-rael note and placed it in the attendant's hand.
"Thank you for your generosity, sir."
After parking the car, Kallen walked back.
At the entrance, staff were checking invitations. This was to be the most exclusive fashion show in Vien... no, in the entire cultural sphere of the Markley Language Family. Only genuine celebrities and dignitaries qualified for invitations.
As Kallen reached for his invitation, the staff member gestured him inside:
"Please go in, sir."
Clearly, the staff member knew how to judge people. Not everyone needed to be checked, because some people simply looked like members of high society.
"Thank you."
Kallen thanked him, but he had barely taken two steps when the staff member who had just let him through called him back:
"Sir, I'll still need to check your invitation."
"All right."
Kallen took out his invitation and handed it to him.
After checking it, the staff member apologized to Kallen. "I'm very sorry, sir. Please go in."
"Why?"
"Because you just thanked me," the staff member said sheepishly. "My mistake."
"It's all right. I'll do it again next time."
"Have a pleasant evening, sir."
Kallen walked inside. In front of the runway was a banquet hall, where many upper-class guests were chatting over drinks. Quite a few currently famous male and female stars mingled among them, cautiously and humbly smiling along and keeping the conversations going.
The reporters who had secured invitations dutifully and properly took photographs around the room.
These were all highly professional reporters. They photographed only the stars, leaving out the