Jenna Ortega Met Gala Novels & Stories

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.

He brought his hand close to touch me but I shifted away, he looked saddened like he was hurt by my action, but who wouldn't be after losing my child he started getting close to me like he was not the reason why my child died in the first place "How was your night?" Can't his deep voice, I was caught off guard I looked at him in shock, the Almighty Alpha Ortega is asking me how my night went, I acted like I didn't hear him and kept quiet. The door opened and Lady Bianca walked in, "Melissa dear how was your night?" She giggled happily looking between Alpha Ortega and me, she dropped the tray of food which she was holding on the table and advance towards me, she sat close to me on the bed and

Orlando and I will share our joy with them then. The chorus of shouts increases among the reporters closest to the street. Another limo has just pulled up, and my heart quickens. Our latest arrivals are a surprise for Orlando. The limo door opens, and Giovanna Fontaine steps out onto the red carpet, looking radiant in a golden gown. She always attends her children's premieres, but she convinced Orlando that this time she would be staying in the hospital with his father so Charles wouldn't have to be alone, and that they'd watch the event via a special livestream instead.

The dance floor was polished to perfection, and a live band was playing soft jazz music. As Rowan and I walked into the ballroom, we drew immediate attention. Many women's eyes lit up as they watched us. "Look at how Rowan spends on his woman," one woman said. "That's an Ortega gown," another whispered. "Only a few people in the world own Ortega pieces." "She looks like a goddess," a third woman said, with admiration in her voice. Despite all the attention, I didn't blink. I kept my head high and my expression calm as we made our way through the crowd.

It sucked that we were now fifteen minutes away from each other, but we still got to see each other every day at the office. They went back to the gala for New Year’s Eve where Brent proposed. Being a bride was never high up on Jenna’s priority list, so it didn’t surprise me when she came to me and told me they were getting married at the courthouse and wanted us there as witnesses. Jenna Okada became Jenna Young on February first. “What do you have to be so exhausted for?” I asked, teasing her. She bit down on her lower lip and glanced toward Brent. “What is that?” I asked, my sixth sense perking up.