Jenna Ortega Met Gala Novels & Stories

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."

She lifted her head up and saw Marissa, in her extravagant outfit, walking over with Earl McAdams and his family. Georgia Bird was in a rose-red dress and her hair was donned into a bun. She had a mink fur coat on her back and an expensive handbag in her hand, as she held onto Earl s arm. Earl McAdams was dressed up in a suit, and his face had a noble but arrogant smile. It made Jenna feel uncomfortable. The most eye-catching one was Aria, who was walking in the middle.

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.

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...?

Emily revealed through her crystal ball. "What's going on?" Yuri asked as she entered the room. Mac briefed her on Emily's findings. "Jake is in Canada. That's odd," whispered Yuri. "Wait a minute; Elena mentioned she's leaving for Canada tomorrow. She's going to the Met Gala with Drake!" exclaimed Yuri. "She's going to the Met Gala with Drake," I mumbled, my fist clenching at the thought of Elena being so close to Drake. "Mac, stop Letty from leaving the Pack and inform her that we're heading to the Met Gala." Mac gave me a puzzled look, but he complied.

My heart sank. That same night, we attended a tech summit gala, a glittering affair in a Westminster ballroom—chandeliers dripping crystals and champagne flowing. I wore a silver dress and had my hair swept up, hoping to spark something in Orrin, but he was distant and his arm was stiff when I took it. We posed for photos, the perfect couple, but his smile didn’t reach his eyes. Then suddenly, a woman approached—a tall redhead in a green gown, her laugh loud like Lisa's and her eyes were a deep brown.

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.