Jenna Ortega Met Gala Novels & Stories

“Your guest is waiting, My Moon.” My eyes lifted, and suddenly I couldn't breathe. Jenna stood there, dressed in a modest blue dress. Unlike last time, her silver hair had been styled elegantly, her makeup graceful. She didn’t look like the haggard old lady I met in the basement. The years of suffering hadn't disappeared. But tonight, there was light in her eyes that couldn’t be ignored at all. Her gaze met mine as she stepped forward, her voice trembling. “Luna Kate.”

The ballroom of the Grand Metropole was a sea of shimmering silk, expensive champagne, and the kind of "old money" scent that usually made my skin crawl. But tonight was different. Tonight, the air felt like velvet. Nathan had outdone himself. The gala was ostensibly for the "The Bennet Foundation," but the giant portraits flanking the stage weren't of corporate logos; they were candid shots of me—as a nurse in Tokyo, as a volunteer in the slums, and finally, a stunning photo of me looking out over the harbor.

The day of the Met Gala arrived after extensive preparations. As it was an annual event, they ensured it was a spectacular day for the audience and a memorable occasion for the stars. Natalia donned a white, shiny, fitted gown complemented by gold and white accessories, skillfully curated by her designers. Her dyed blonde hair was styled with a two-piece arrangement framing her face. The expertly applied makeup, highlighted by red lipstick, gave her a bold and captivating appearance. She carried a gold clutch that perfectly matched her heels.

The Gala Preparation The day of the charity gala arrived like a storm on the horizon. Elena stood in the dressing suite, surrounded by mirrors and soft lighting that felt more like an interrogation room than a preparation space. Her stomach twisted with nerves. In a few hours, she would step into the public eye as Sandro Rossi’s wife, not just on paper, but on the arms of one of the city’s most feared and desired men.

"Nothing. She was cleaning someone's floors last week. And now she has a trust fund and a gala and everyone in this house looking at her like she's—" "I know." "Then what are we doing?" Maria pressed. "Because I'm not standing here watching her take everything that was supposed to be mine." Elena looked at her for a long moment. Then she smiled. Small. Controlled. "The gala is tomorrow night," she said. "Three hundred guests. Journalists. Cameras. Every family that matters watching every single thing that happens." Maria waited.

And then the rest began to sing a welcoming song. Rita and I exchanged surprised looks, trying to really wonder whether it was the same Jenna we knew or another one. "But what's with all this drama??" Rita said and I shrugged. "She's a dramatic lady, right from the on set, you know?" I replied. By now, they were already escorting her with two large guards behind her. She wore a red dress that was knee length short but at the back it was longer and fuller. She wore a confident smile as she strode in. Both Rita and I could only watch and stare as she stole all the attention in the room.

Two more days passed, and Elgano's annual charity gala took place. This was the most-watched event in high society and a crucial part of my plan. Meanwhile, Ethan was one of the gala's main sponsors. I appeared at the venue wearing a dark red silk gown of my own design. The cut was bold yet elegant, perfectly highlighting my figure. I wore no extravagant jewelry, only subtle and refined makeup. My appearance immediately drew everyone's attention. Vincenzo was there too. When he saw me, his expression instantly changed. There was admiration, anger, and a hint of possessiveness he himself had not yet noticed.

A full three seconds of it before he composed himself. "You look-" he started. "Don't make it weird," Irina said as she reached the bottom step. "I was going to say remarkable." "That's your go-to for everything." "Because it keeps proving true." He extended his arm. "Ready?" She took it. "Let's go." Somewhere down the hall behind them, Sasha's voice floated up, "Okay damn!" Irina continued toward the front door, smiling. The gala was at the Four Seasons, in the ballroom. Full orchestra, chandeliers; it was the sort of event where everything was either gold or crystal or both. All of Atlanta's elite were present,

she said. The gala? But that was still two weeks away! I had to get back to Silvermist. The war. I had to be there. We couldn’t wait that long. “I know it feels like a lifetime away,” Murietta said. “But trust me. The gala is our best chance. There will be hundreds of people here, Eden. The estate will be packed with socialites and mafia members and the likes. Plus, people will be coming and going all night. On PRIVATE helicopters.”

037. THE GALA Lucas sat in the gala, his gaze fixed on the door as he waited for Janette to walk in. He had been able to pull some strings into making her sit at the same table with him while Rosa would sit at the sane table with Alan so they could talk and make amends. Each second that passed felt like forever as he really wanted to see her. He kept tapping his feet and checking his wrist watch, wondering what was taking her so long. A few minutes later, he looked up, his eyes widening as he saw Janette walking in with Rosa behind her. She looked absolutely stunning in a black glittering gown that stopped at her feet, complementing her fine porcelain skin tone and giving her the sophisticat