Jenna Ortega Met Gala นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Early December 2025’s crisp air pulsed with anticipation in New York City as I stood in a Manhattan hotel suite, my reflection glowing in a gilded mirror. Over a year had passed since Justin’s press tour defended our love, since TMZ branded me Kayla Reed, the Greenwich waitress turned billionaire’s partner. I’d moved to Montclair, New Jersey, six months ago, seeking a quieter life and starting community college, my jet-black hair now shoulder-length, my plus-sized curves draped in a custom sapphire gown. The dress echoed the sapphire necklace Justin bid $100,000 for at the Greenwich auction, its deep blue silk shimmering with crystals cascading like starlight from bodice to hem, catching the

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.

"Jane Takes the Stage" Jane's POV I was sitting in my apartment the next morning, still in my pajamas, when Veronica called. She sounded excited and stressed at the same time. "Jane, where are you?" "At home. Why?" "You're supposed to be getting ready for the gala tonight." "What gala?" "The Children's Hospital charity gala. You're being honored as one of New York's top female entrepreneurs." I felt sick. "Veronica, I can't go to that."

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,