Deirdre felt anxious, her palms sweaty. She explained to the driver, "I'm looking for someone inside."

The driver glanced at Deirdre through the rearview mirror and couldn't help but notice her striking beauty. Her blind eyes added a coolness to her appearance, and he thought it wouldn't be surprising if she knew some of the attendees at the event.

"You'll need to have your invitation card with you," he advised. "Many people have come without one and couldn't even get past the entrance, let alone the lobby."

"Invitation card..." Deirdre's face grew sweaty. She didn't have one, but was standing idle her only option?

After paying the driver, Deirdre stepped out of the car and was met with a crowd of journalists outside the venue. She struggled to see clearly and took a couple of uncertain steps forward when suddenly, someone grabbed her hand.

"Ms. McKinnon," a familiar voice called out.

Deirdre was startled at first but then recognized the voice. She eagerly lifted her head, trying