Jenna Ortega Met Gala นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Play the secondary feed on screen three right now,” Theo commands, his broad shoulder brushing against mine as he leans over the control console inside my medical room. On the main monitor, the glittering Grand Ballroom of the Plaza Hotel flashes to life in high definition. It is the annual Metropolitan Children’s Hospital Charity Gala, an ultra-exclusive black-tie event Kara Peterson is legally forced to attend tonight to maintain her failing public image before her state bail hearing tomorrow morning. Flashbulbs pop continuously around the gilded room. Kara stands near the main stage wearing a shimmering emerald gown, her pale face frozen into a tight, practiced smile. Her lead defense at

The flash of cameras exploded in blinding succession, lighting up the entrance of the grand ballroom like a storm of starlight. The annual Montgomery Foundation Charity Gala was in full swing — a glittering affair held in a five-star hotel, overflowing with society’s elite, business moguls, and an ocean of reporters. And then, through the doors, came them — Arga and Vania, side by side. The crowd erupted. > “Vania! Is this your first public appearance with Arga?”

He waited. His patience was starting to unmake her. On a Tuesday in May, Elena called. "The annual Cross Corporation gala is in three weeks. Same venue. The Met." "Elena." "I am not telling you to come. I am telling you it is happening." "Why are you telling me." "Because last year, a woman in a red dress walked into that gala and ended everything. I thought you might want to walk into this year's wearing whatever you want to wear." "I do not know if I am ready."

He supported her as she stood up and their guards immediately formed on both their sides, preventing the press from coming close to them. “Dr. Johnson!” They called out. “Can you spare us a second and tell us more about the AURELIA System?!” “How did you come up with that idea?!” “Are you and Mr. Devereaux an item?!” Althea just only smiled at them calmly and ahead of her, she saw Helena and August waiting by them inside the venue. She felt Michael gripped her hand lightly and she nodded at him. The gala that August had prepared was a sea of wealth and intention. Silk gowns, expensive jewelries on the necks, wrists, fingers, and ears mostly on the women. Murmured power, alliances disguised a

It took a lot to block him, it took being in a lot of people to distract me, and it was hard because I didn't like being in a crowd and wearing my mask for long, but it was worth the price I paid. I took a breath and let it out slowly as I sat on the chair next to Gal, chatting with Elena. They talked about some new bikinis from famous brands that just came out. I give Gal a weird look because she doesn't usually care about bikinis. All she can think about is opera and plays and Darren. "You don't have to wear a new bikini to swim in the home pool, Gal." I chuckled at her, grabbing the orange juice I'd been carrying everywhere. Gallena looked at me with her big smile. "I'm not swimming at ho

VITO It had been a week since the gala, and I could finally breathe. Ortensia’s unease that night had stayed with me longer than I expected. Most girls would have flourished under attention, flashing smiles at cameras, hanging on a wealthy man’s every word. But not Ortensi, she had that resistance. She didn’t fake comfort or excitement. And I couldn’t stop wanting to protect her from the world, She was real and it made me want her even more.

Jackson Enterprises was hosting the annual New York Design & Development Gala, a night meant to showcase innovation and prestige. He should have been proud. Yet, he felt oddly unsettled, though he couldn’t pinpoint why. Until the crowd at the entrance shifted. The murmurs began like a wave. And then she walked in. Anne Hathaway. Or at least, the version of her that had risen from ashes. She wore a crimson velvet gown, the neckline daring, her back bare. Her long black hair cascaded in soft waves over her shoulders. Beside her walked Julie, dressed just as stunning. Photographers turned their lenses, flashes igniting as if a star had just landed.

before turning their gazes back to Selene, who was graciously walking the red carpet like she was just meant to be there. From henceforth, the competition was going to be tighter, and they knew Bella Grey wasn't going to be cheap to get. If Ortega had made as much as a simple promise to consider their request, they could have thought to hold him up on his words. Alas, the first twin missed that window when his brother interjected him rudely. “She was meant to be there. I bet the red carpet is going to be her new home.” “Woow! She looks so graceful.

"If anything feels wrong—anything at all—you tell me immediately. No heroics. No trying to handle it yourself." "I promise." "I mean it, Elena. After what happened with Sienna—" "I know." I pressed my hand over his on my belly. "I won't take any chances. Not with her." He studied my face for a moment, then nodded. Pressed a kiss to my forehead. "Then let's go show them what the Sterlings are made of." *** The gala was being held at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Our car pulled up to a red carpet that seemed to stretch for miles. Camera flashes exploded like lightning. Reporters shouted questions. Security held back crowds of onlookers.

“She clearly seduced someone rich to get in because there is no way she can be invited here. You and I both know this event isn’t open to just anyone. So, how can she even step here without doing something…desperate and vile?” The whispers started again. Most of them looked at me as if I were the dirtiest she-wolf in the land. But in the middle of this, a new voice emerged. “You dare accuse this she-wolf of a lot of things, but where’s your proof?” I blinked and turned. A woman with a slender frame stepped forward. Jessica rolled her eyes. “And who the heck are you?” “My name is Jenna Reyes. Owner of Space Beauty.” Her name didn’t ring a bell. She might be one of those new business owners wh