The June sun bathed Paris in a golden glow as guests began arriving at a discreet townhouse venue just steps from the Arc de Triomphe. The quiet street was lined with sleek black cars, their tinted windows shielding the identities of dignitaries, family friends, and members of the Jewish diasporas. Inside, the air was filled with the scent of orange blossom and fresh jasmine, a fragrance chosen deliberately to echo gardens of Tehran’s royal palaces. Crystal chandeliers reflected the flicker of candlelight across gilded mirrors, creating a sense of timeless grandeur.
