Novel & Cerita Jenna Ortega Met Gala

"Come sit down before someone tries to steal your spot!" Monet was already there, holding a cocktail. She leaned over and hugged me, her eyes scanning my face. "Kayla, look at you! You’re literally glowing. Is it just me or, is the billionaire actually treating you right?" "It's just the lighting in here, Monet," I joked, though I felt my cheeks get warm. Jenna, the guest of honor, looked up from her drink with a playful pout. "Well, you certainly took your time," she said.

“I’m meeting a major offline client tomorrow night. From now on, I want to shift focus toward high-end offline work.” Both designers knew Nora had taken first place in Horizon’s design competition, but neither had expected her to receive an invitation to the exclusive gala. “Miss Yates, this gala is only for Horizon’s top-tier clients. If we can land even two major accounts there, forget about next month—even if we don’t get any new orders for the rest of the year, we’ll still be set.” “Exactly! And I heard national sweetheart Jennifer Tanner will be attending too. Her new movie just got shortlisted for the Golden Globe Award for Best Actress. Word is, she’s looking for a designer she can tr

He didn’t understand where his younger brother bought the audacity to show up at this event, let alone, the audacity to take Benita’s right side. The photographers went crazy. At the back of Benita’s mind, she could already see the photo. It would make headlines tomorrow— her, her estranged husband, and the man she told not to come. The gala night began. The lights were low and golden, flickering across crystal and champagne, casting flattering shadows across the beautiful faces of people too numerous to count. For a memorial gala that had so many delays and complications, the night was perfect. Benita took light steps into the spotlight. As soon as the microphone got into her hand, the hall

Emery hadn’t even had a chance to catch her breath when Jenna burst through the office door, grinning like she’d just hit the jackpot. “Oh my God, Emery!” Jenna gushed, bouncing on her toes. “I heard you’re going to the Mayor’s Gala with Darren Harper himself! Do you have any idea how many girls would kill to be in your shoes?” Emery forced a smile, her fingers tapping against her desk in a calm rhythm to hide the sudden tension. “I… uh, hadn’t thought about it that way, Jenna.” Jenna leaned in, eyes wide with excitement. “Are you kidding? He’s New York’s most eligible billionaire bachelor! You know what they say about him, right?”

The gala was packed with the elite of Chicago and beyond. I wore a simple, elegant black Valentino gown. The moment I walked in, I saw Orion and Sienna. She was in a fire-engine red, backless dress, clinging to his arm, her smile radiant. It was the first time we’d seen each other since our fight. I said nothing. I wanted no more drama. After the dinner, the ball began. Sienna immediately stood and offered her hand to Orion. “Orion, may I have the honor of the first dance?”

But there's hope in Monica's voice that makes me hesitate. "Johnson will be there," she adds. "And Steve. It would mean a lot to us. To me." So I say yes. The gala is held at the Plaza, all marble columns and crystal chandeliers and people in designer gowns that cost more than most cars. I wear a simple black dress that Heather insisted I buy, my hair styled in loose waves. Luna is with Darius, which means I don't have to worry about keeping her entertained while making small talk with strangers.

But instead, she found a stunning Betsey Johnson gown, vintage Bob Mackie heels and purse, and a note from Ana: “Tonight, let’s show them the real you. Not what they want you to be.” Magenta. Sparkling. Like armor dipped in joy. Johnny arrived to walk her out, stopping in the hallway to take her in. “You’re gonna break necks,” he whispered. They arrived at the gala and stepped onto the magenta carpet together. The venue sparkled—inside, an old-Hollywood ballroom; outside, a party under the stars with a stage featuring Minnie’s favorite band, Save Ferris. Lights twinkled in the trees. Paparazzi screamed their names. The cast of her life stood smiling and ready.

“You once welcomed a client named Sage Michaels, right?” Sage Michaels—a businessman who is heavily involved with the Ortega family. The Ortega family is one of the richest in the country and, as far as she remembers, she has only once seen a family member from that clan. That is also the reason why she knows Mr. Michaels. He simply came to fetch the Ortega woman she met. “Yes, I know him. What happened?” She did not mean to panic, but she can even hear the worry in her voice herself. “Nothing bad happened, but I terribly need your help.” Jelly took another deep breath before looking at her pleadingly. “You’re more knowledgeable about them than me, so please swap clients with me. I know your

“You’re gonna steal the show at that gala. Well, after Sam, of course.” I smiled, my heart racing with nerves and excitement. The gala was tonight, Dalton’s invitation burning a hole in my purse. I’d face him, Zeke, Ophelia, and Jessica, and I’d show them all once again that I wasn't that woman from five years ago. But first, I needed to look untouchable. “You done with her, MJ?” I asked, adjusting my earrings. “I’m next.” MJ finished Grace’s makeup, her face glowing with subtle bronze and a bold red lip. “Gorgeous!” she squealed, stepping back. “Now, Sam, your turn. Let’s make you a goddess.”

Seeing her calm and unassuming demeanor, Jade felt a wave of nausea. With a serene smile, Jade replied, "Chenelle, you're overthinking it. There's nothing wrong with me, but thank you for your concern." "Really nothing at all?" Chenelle blinked mischievously, feigning innocence. "But I saw the news today. Many netizens claimed the woman dining with Orion was you. I was so shocked. How could Caelan's fiancée be out with another man? Hearing you say this now, I'm relieved."