After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

#20 “I Wonder Who His Date Is.”

This year, the esteemed Crystal Chateau Ballroom plays host to the highly anticipated annual charity gala organized by Emily’s illustrious family. Emily’s mother, Barbara, a respected figure in the banking world, and her father, Daniel, a distinguished senator, have long been recognized as pillars of philanthropy in the community.

Their decision to select the Crystal Chateau Ballroom as the venue reflects their tireless commitment to hosting events of unparalleled grandeur reserved exclusively for the crème de la crème of society. The ballroom’s reputation as a haven of luxury and refinement aligns seamlessly with the esteemed status of the distinguished guests in attendance.

As Emily and Alexander make their grand entrance, the sudden hush at various tables rippled across the room like a gentle wave, drawing everyone’s attention to a couple making their entrance.

“That’s Alexander Stone,” murmured a man in awe, his voice barely audible above the murmur of the crowd.

Alexander Stone, a man of undeniable charm and charisma, commanded an air of authority and was instantly recognized by many, and some stood to greet him. Others acknowledged his prominent status as the CEO of Stone Enterprises, their reverence evident in their hushed tones.

However, it was the woman gracefully adorning Alexander’s arm who captured the imagination of the onlookers, drawing curious gazes and stirring whispers of curiosity.

“Who is that with him?” questioned several women, their voices tinged with a hint of envy, their eyes intently fixed on the mysterious lady.

“I wonder who his date is,” pondered others, their intrigue palpable. “She must be someone important,” speculated one of them. “Perhaps a business associate or a socialite,” chimed in another.

Emily basks in the intoxicating awareness that every eye in the room is fixated upon her. The whispers of intrigue and curiosity that envelop her and Alexander serve as sweet melodies to her ears, fueling her sense of superiority.

“All eyes are on me,” Emily thinks. With a self-assured smirk, she lifts her gaze, locking eyes with Alexander, his striking green eyes meeting hers. In that decisive moment, a torrent of unwavering confidence surges through her veins; Emily knows it is just a matter of time before Alexander Stone will be hers!

Emily gracefully links her arm with Alexander’s, guiding him towards her family’s table, strategically positioned at the heart of the ballroom. Draped in her exquisite E.STOTT Silk Sadie Gown, she revels in the admiring gazes and whispered conversations that swirl around them as they travel the room.

“Emily,” Barbara warmly greets the couple as they take their seats at the lavishly adorned table, “and Alexander. We are absolutely ecstatic that you could join us tonight.”

The last composition of the European music maestro, Marcus Paus, will be performed

lights up; her pride is evident as she acknowledges her mother’s words. “How splendid,

several people I need to introduce you to before the performance begins,” Barbara says, leading Emily

would really much rather sit and chat with Alexander,”

has made his way to the bar and appears to be in a serious

“However, one would have thought that you would have chosen a more appropriate dress

talking about, Mother?” Emily asks, horrified. “This is an

a hand-stiched Brunello Cucinelli. This dress does nothing for your figure. We discussed this. How can

through the crowd. As they approach a table, Emily’s irritation with her mother rises. “This is my daughter, Emily,” Barbara introduces to a table. “She is escorted tonight by

the table. I met

a moment of reprieve, hoping her father will take her

tonight. In addition to some fantastic performances, Emily will

at Emily. Quietly she whispers to

to Emily, whispers float through the air, carried by the questioning

murmured one guest, while another commented, “It must

a sudden hush fell over the ballroom, drawing everyone’s attention to the entrance. All eyes turned toward the couple who had just arrived, their

hold a magnetic allure, perfectly complementing his

infusing her with warmth and vitality. The sleek elegance of her Dolce& Gabbana Crystal Mesh

Emily couldn’t help but feel a pang of frustration. She thought, grappling with

approached where the Williams’ are gathered, Barbara greets them with an air of flattering enthusiasm, her words dripping with an

exclaimed, her tone loaded with approval. “I’ve heard of your

He can sense Sophia’s uncomfortableness and tries

her eyes are hard. “And you, my dear Sophia Johnson,” she persists, “Emily has spoken

her underlying unease. She knows that

with a gentle smile,

the same table. Follow us,” she exclaimed, leading the way