Jenna Ortega Met Gala Novels & Stories

"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.

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.

Ortega could only stare when she walked towards him, swinging her hips. "You look more stunning than i thought, I must say." Without taking off his eyes from Ravenna, Ortega took her hands and pulled out a seat for her. "Thank you." Ravenna looked around, and only then did she discover that they were the only ones in the enormous hall. "Where is everybody, or are your plans to kidnapp me?" Don Ortega replied only with a one-sided smile. "If I could, I would in a heartbeat. Have you seen how drop dead gorgeous you really are tonight? Thank God my instinct wasn't wrong to come after you."

As if summoned by the universe’s chaotic timing, Ethan walked in, holding a folder—and immediately stopped in his tracks when he saw her. He blinked. “Oh. Uh. Hello again.” Jessy practically vibrated on the spot. “Hi, Secretary Ken,” she said with a gleam in her eyes and a wave that was definitely not subtle. Ethan’s soul visibly left his body for a second. “Sir, you called?” “Yes,” Joaquin said, completely unfazed. “You’ll be picking up Jessy here for the gala. Make sure she gets a proper pass.” Ethan’s jaw dropped. “Wait—why am I—”

Had George orchestrated it all to push her out of Jason’s life? Before either could speak, a loud, unmistakable voice echoed through the building. “Jason! Bella!” Olivia Carter breezed into the executive wing like a social hurricane, her stilettos clicking against the marble floor. Dressed for the gala already, in a glittering silver gown and a fake air of innocence, she stopped in front of them with a smug smirk. “I didn’t expect to find the two of you together so often,” she said with mock surprise. “The whispers are practically writing themselves. About the two of you. And… about a certain child.”

The woman would become handy if he arrived in Oslob and found out that Daniella has a boyfriend, but the woman had a terrible stomachache an hour before their departure from the farm and couldn’t join him. In the afternoon, he borrowed Samuel’s MUX and leave the farm earlier due to bad weather, and he was still going to pick up Ortega from his residence. Ortega lived in Guadalupe while Hacienda Velasquez was in Carmen and it would take him at least three hours to get there considering the worsening traffic condition in the cities of Mandaue and Cebu. Ortega was excited to attend the birthday celebration but he was nervous and scared. He was afraid to discover if Daniella had remarried or if

Just orders. I hadn’t responded. Because if I opened my mouth, I might scream. The car stopped, the door opened, and in a single movement, Ethan stepped out like he owned the city. He turned, held out his hand. I hesitated — long enough for him to notice. Then, like the good little actress he expected, I placed my hand in his. Because tonight, I had to play along. Even if I wanted to burn it all down. The gala was held in one of Manila’s most expensive hotels — all glass, gold, and illusion. Photographers snapped photos like they were aiming bullets, and Ethan handled them like a seasoned politician: smooth, practiced, hollow. His hand remained on my waist, a warning disguised as affection.

Fiona interjected, "You’ll see for yourself soon." They arrived at the event, and Bella and Jex split up. Jex went backstage while Bella mingled with the reporters. Jex had praised her disguise, noting Calvin might not recognize her. Today, she sported big waves, a figure-hugging dress, ten-centimeter heels, and striking makeup. She stood out but was unrecognizable to those who knew her well.