Jenna Ortega Met Gala 소설 & 이야기

The air rushed from my lungs. Eleanor Ortega. I’d seen her name in society magazines, a titan of industry in her own right, always photographed with a frosty, unapproachable elegance. Seeing her in person was like facing a perfectly carved ice sculpture. “Ms. Ortega,” I managed, my voice tighter than I wanted it to be. I didn't step aside to let her in. “Jeff… he’s supposed to be here. We have plans.”

I could spy shots on one table. I felt a hand on my arm, Jenna's hand. "Hi Javier" she exclaimed breathless. "Jenna" "Like what you see" she drawled in a suggestive tone. I mentally sighed at that. She was putting on a short neon pink gown which had strings on her back instead of fabric. The neckline of the dress dipped into low cut emphasizing her boobs. The dark makeup she applied made her look older "I think I'll go home" I pulled her hand off my arm.

I’m definitely winning the FNY (Face of New York) again this year. “Miss Jasmine is here…” “Her outfits are always lit…” “Check out her skin… ooh my gosh.” The press rushed me as soon as I arrived at the award event. My bodyguard blocked them from getting too close. A question caught my attention and I smirked, stopping to answer. “What can you say about Mrs. Bella Houston being the Gustavo abandoned bride?” “Hmmm, that’s the past. It’s so unfortunate someone would bring that up,” I replied with a pitiful look.

She was putting an earring in, not looking at me. "Does this work for the event?" "Yes," I said. Elena appeared behind her. "You look incredible. Kai, tell her she looks incredible." "I just did." "You said yes. That's not the same thing." Isla caught my eye in the hallway mirror. The corner of her mouth lifted. "You look incredible," I said. "Better," Elena announced, and went to get her coat. The gala was at the Meridian Hotel in Midtown. Our car pulled up at seven fifteen and the press presence outside was modest but present. Two photographers, a society column journalist I recognized, a video crew from a hospitality industry publication.

warned the vice chairperson sternly. "It must be her! Melanie Jones is infamous in Harbor City for her jealous personality. She must have done it because she's jealous of Lady Grace!" said someone in the crowd. Melanie turned her head, scanning the crowd and spotting Olivia disguised as a waitstaff. The attendees of the international gala were affluent individuals from various countries—even among the waitstaff, some were daughters of wealthy families. They came here with a slight fantasy, hoping to catch the eye of a duke or prince and elevate their family's status.

I started to walk, with Jack, around to the Gala entrance. As we entered Jenna and Adam were greeting everyone at the door. Jenna was beaming with excitement and looked stunning in her red gown. The hall was decorated like I had never seen before. Between balloons, flowers, a designated dance floor, music, food, and various Pack tables, it was amazing. The black and silver theme screamed class. I was awed by how much she had accomplished in such a short period of time.

AMAYA'S POV There is no reason for me not to continue with this celebration. Although there was another problem that just appeared, Vesna's loss and the development of my company makes it worth a while. The Gala was held at the Metropolitan Museum of Art or also known as The MET. It was a sensational event where you can find all the media in New York City. And it even blew the minds of the public when Mr. Hugo Lefebvre was my date. The son of the second in line of famous business people in New York, who owned the Oasis, a very famous hotel in New York City. As expected, the crowd was asking so many questions about our relationship. None of us answered and just let them continue taking pictur

The woman untangled her arm from Cain’s and stepped forward to greet Alya. “We meet again,” she remarked, holding out her hand. “I’m Jenna. Jenna Park.” Alya was hesitant to shake her hand. The woman was quite attractive with her dark hair parted to her side. She wore a high necked beige dress which parted downwards to show her heavy cleavage and she was wearing a pair of dazzling beige earrings. Her dress was perfectly hugging her voluptuous curves and her smooth skin was expertly dabbed with makeup. Compared to her, Alya felt underdressed.

' 'Come on, why didn't you think of this when you were with Ethan Wharton? Trisha Sylvie scoffed at her rhetoric, and what she liked was what she liked or disliked. Anna Garcia finished a bowl of porridge silently, and dare not say that between Mr. Wharton and Mr. Gu, she still thinks Mr. Wharton is better. When the phone rings, Anna Garcia looks at it and suddenly screams. 'Sister Kristen Healey, the company has ordered a variety show' Goddess Coming 'for you.' Kristen Oliver frowned and looked puzzled: 'What program is this? Never heard of it. '

her chest tightened with that dangerous longing she thought she had buried. The day of the gala arrived faster than she expected. Lena dressed in a simple black dress, not too loud, not too plain and tied her hair up, leaving a few loose strands to soften her face. She looked at herself in the mirror and whispered, almost like a prayer, “You’re going for you. Not for him. For you.” Still, when she walked out into the night air and caught a glimpse of the glowing Orpheum Hall in the distance, she couldn’t stop her heart from racing.