Jenna Ortega Met Gala Novels & Stories

And all of it, every single dollar, flowed through Carter's accounts. So instead, she smiled. "I'm not fighting. Just adjusting." "Good." He leaned down, kissed her forehead like she was a child who'd finally learned her lesson. "Let's go dazzle the board." The charity gala was held at the Getty Center, the museum glowing like a temple against the night sky. Maeve recognized faces from television, from magazines, from the Forbes list. Power and wealth concentrated in one room, all of them watching as Carter Langston arrived with his mysterious new fiancée.

ALIANA'S POV "Aliana! Look here!" "One more shot, Miss Aliana!" "Strike a pose!" "Elegant!" I smiled facing different directions to satisfy every photographer on the red carpet. I posed as glamorous as I could despite the blinding flashes of cameras. Garnet Gala was among the most prestigious balls attended by many artists and influencers to raise funds for cancer patients in chosen hospitals and communities. These past weeks were so busy for my designer but the outcome turned out good.

Beautiful as it was, she didn’t exactly feel comfortable in the dress. She opened her mouth to ask for a bra but as if sensing what she was about to say, Barbara smacked her butt. “Darling, you DO NOT question the great Barbara Walters. Trust me, darling. You’ll want Mr Silverman to have eyes only on you.” Rebecca blushed at the name of William Silverman. Surely nothing more would happen after the gala? They would be too tired by then, wouldn’t they? She had read that events like these usually lasted till the wee hours of the morning.

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.

The silver wristlet had just enough room for my phone, lipstick, and some cards and cash. “How do I look?” I asked as I stepped out of the hotel bathroom. Jenna’s lips twitched up into a smile. “Like a hot beotch.” She slipped a silver bangle over her hand. “Zip me up?” I stepped over as Jenna turned, the glitzy deep red of her fitted dress contrasting against her golden, fair skin. Like mine, her dress sparkled in the light. Chicago’s Resolution Gala was all about the shiny. It was an event we’d both looked forward to for months—the ultimate year-end party. We booked a few nights at the W Hotel with a room overlooking the lake that included a great view of the pier, which was already lit up

Every guest looked like they had stepped out of a designer magazine. At the center of it all stood the radiant couple— Oswald and Orlanda Escobar. Orlanda wore a long blush-pink off-shoulder gown, her hair flowing in soft curls around her glowing face. A delicate tiara sat on her head, her baby bump adding an extra charm to her silhouette. She laughed freely, resting one hand on her belly and the other entwined with Oswald's.