Isaac reassured her, “Just stick with me, no need to fret."

She increasingly felt unworthy of him.

She was not the type to stride alongside her husband, shoulder to shoulder.

He earned his success solo.

She merely relished the Luxuries he provided, without contributing to his achievements.

Taking a deep breath, she quipped, "Look at me. Am I just a trophy wife material?"

Isaac caught her drift, arching an eyebrow. “You are the best in your own right, not beneath me. I'm honored to have you as my wife. Your work is noble, unlike my money-centered life."

Camila's insecurity waned as his words sank in. "Really?"

"Absolutely."

Isaac draped his arm over her shoulders, reassuringly stating, "No need to worry. I've got your back."

Camila grinned. "I'm not scared. But if I do mess up, I'll let you fix it."

The car journey stretched on until it eventually halted.

The door opened.

Isaac stepped out first, extending his hand. She took it and gracefully exited.

Raising her gaze, Camila beheld the building before her.

The building in front of her stood out with its style and elegance.

This city, the main hub of Clouland, was a mix of old and new. It had seen many important events in history and had lots of romantic places that kept visitors hooked.

Yet, this particular building wasn't on the list of famous tourist spots.

It was the venue for a grand gathering hosted by a powerful family.

The attendees were notable figures.