Jenna Ortega Met Gala นิยาย & เรื่องราว

When Sabrina regained her senses, only his back was filling her vision. She was a little absent-minded for a moment. "Norton", she muttered to herself. Of course she could recognize him. Since he was not willing to talk to her, she was even more so unwilling. She shook her head at once and walked towards the elevator. "You look gorgeous." Sabrina finally saw Jenna, who was wearing a custom-made exquisite wedding dress, when she was brought to the rest area by the waiters. She could not help but to compliment Jenna.

Many famous actors, actresses, singers, and models have been waiting and preparing for this big and grand event. The door of the black van Twenty Nineteen (2019) Honda Odyssey LX A9 opened and the flashes of light welcomed a man. The man went down and he extended his hand offering it to the lady inside the van. A hand stretched reaching the offered hand. A beautiful actress wearing a red backless tube dress with a slit on its right side, this beautiful actress. She is Taliah Cortes, one of the most respected actresses in town. Flashes of lights welcomed her, and reporters and fans started to run in front of her but the security people handled them well.

I smiled with the version I used for my most expensive clients: warm on the surface, sterile underneath. “Welcome,” I said. “It’s good to meet… both of you.” Alessandra came closer first, extending her hand. “It’s been a while.” I shook her hand. “Five years,” I said. “You look… consistent.” Her smile didn’t disappear, but one corner tightened. Good. Alessandra turned to Rafael. “Rafael, this is Arabella Garcia. CEO of GALA & Co. She’ll be leading the wedding.” What...?

Even warriors followed in style. Alpha Ryan adjusted his suit just as Luna Gianna approached him. She wore a pink lace dress, high heels, and her hair styled in neat curls. Other Alphas approached instantly, their shoes clicking against the glass floor, smiles bright on their faces. "Welcome," Alpha Ryan said as the others smiled and shook hands before entering the guest house. The Gala was set for seven in the evening. For now, it was time to mingle and bond. Back at home, Snow sat still, her eyes fixed on the dress her parents had bought her. But her thoughts were elsewhere.

"You're right—Gianna just got back. Take her out, let people see you two. Might help you bond a little." Calvin didn't miss a beat. "Gianna, Riviera Gala's at the end of the month. Be ready." Gianna's eyes lit up. The Riviera Gala wasn't just an event—it was the event. If he was bringing her there, the Mrs. Buxton title was practically gift-wrapped. When the night came, Gianna's entrance turned heads—some shocked, some smug, others straight-up judging. And yeah, Angela's divorce lawyer, Luke Cohn? He was at the Riviera Gala too, repping the top tier of the legal world.

“You should eat something.” “Thank you,” Elena replied. Gianna hesitated. “Mr. D’Angelo asked me to remind you — there’s a charity gala tonight. He wants you to attend.” Elena blinked. “A gala? With him?” Gianna nodded. “It’s important. The families will be there — all the powerful ones. You must look… perfect.” When Gianna left, Elena sighed and looked out the window. Perfect, she thought bitterly. That word didn’t belong to her world anymore.

ORTEGA DINNER ~ SPAIN “Is that Gabriella Guerra?” a woman murmured. “God… she looks dangerous.” “After everything with the Favino ships?” another whispered. “And she shows up like this? The nerve. So calm. So untouchable.” Gabriella began her descent, heels clicking softly against the marble. She moved slowly, gracefully, like she owned the room. People stepped aside without realizing they were doing it. She stopped near a familiar face Isabella Ortega, dressed in diamonds and polite curiosity.

Surprisingly they didn’t have to wait as long as they anticipated. Jenna appeared in the doorway wearing a platinum silver gown that shimmered like water as she moved with a slit that reached her hip allowing her to show her long, toned legs. Her hair was curled in ringlets that bounced as she moved. Bright red lipstick colored her pouty lips and dark eye shadow gave her smoky eyes. With a fur stole thrown across she shoulders she was the epitome of beauty and privilege. Smiling she paused as she stepped through the doorway allowing everyone the time necessary to admire her. Yet far fewer faces were turned toward her than usual. Snagging a drink from a passing server she strutted among

The weekend had passed faster than Jenna wanted. Between laughing with Celeste and Mina, attending to calls from her assistant, and drafting the guest list for Aurévia’s first gala, she hadn’t had a second to breathe. Yet, for once, she didn’t mind. The gala had to be perfect. Elegant, breathtaking, unforgettable. If everything went well, Aurévia would be the talk of the city, even if no one knew the real CEO. Jenna would keep her identity firmly in place, hidden behind her stand-in. She wasn’t ready to reveal herself yet.

She glided as though floating through space, commanding attention and reverence. On the far right of the audience, Mark Martinez leaned toward Rex Hidalgo, whispering with an amused tone. “Hey man, heads up. If you’ll be sulking all night, at least sulk with style. These models? Way hotter than your ex-wife. I mean, look at that dress—way better than—” But he choked mid-sentence, his jaw falling slack. “Holy crap. That woman… she’s Jenna!” Rex’s head whipped up.