The hospital's annual fundraising gala had always been, in Melinda's experience, a stiff and predictable affair, polite conversation over expensive appetizers, donors circling the room in search of recognition rather than genuine connection. This year, walking in with Stanley's hand resting steady at the small of her back, it felt entirely different."Everyone's staring," she murmured, as they crossed the ballroom floor."Let them," Stanley said. "I've spent six years letting people speculate about my life from a careful, controlled distance. Tonight I'd rather they simply saw the truth."Nancy found her almost immediately, eyes wide with barely contained curiosity. "Dr. Jason, I had no idea you and Mr. Stewart were, well—""Together," Melinda supplied, the word still slightly unfamiliar on her tongue in public settings. "Yes. It's fairly recent.""Well, I for one think it's wonderful," Nancy said, glancing between them with open delight before excusing herself toward a group of curio
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