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#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.”

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she acknowledges her mother’s words.

you to before the performance begins,” Barbara says,

sit and chat with Alexander,”

looking back at Alexander. He has made his way to the bar and appears to be

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

are you talking about, Mother?” Emily asks,

care if it is a hand-stiched Brunello Cucinelli. This dress does nothing for your figure. We discussed this. How can you hook Alexander with

a table, Emily’s irritation with her

from the table. I met

Emily feels a moment of reprieve, hoping

Daniel says to the overly- jeweled woman, “We have a real treat tonight. In addition to some fantastic performances, Emily will also perform a violin

smiles, acknowledging her father’s compliment. Barbara turns and smiles at Emily.

air, carried by the questioning guests. “She only got the opportunity to perform because of

another commented, “It must be nice

ballroom, drawing everyone’s attention to the entrance. All eyes turned toward the couple who had just arrived, their presence commanding

magnetism, dressed in a meticulously tailored Kiton tuxedo. His captivating brown eyes hold a magnetic allure, perfectly complementing his impeccable style and poised demeanor. Yet,

carries a touch of sunlight, infusing her with warmth and vitality. The

always show up and steal my spotlight?” Internally, Emily couldn’t help but feel a pang of frustration. She thought, grappling with a sense

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

meet you finally,” she exclaimed, her tone loaded with approval. “I’ve heard of your remarkable entrepreneurial prowess that has

you, Mrs. Williams, ” Benjamin replies. He can sense Sophia’s uncomfortableness and tries to move past the

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

on Barbara’s lips, concealing her underlying unease. She knows that Sophia is one

table 8,” Sophia announced with a gentle smile,

up with delight upon hearing the news. “Wonderful! We’re at the same table. Follow us,” she exclaimed, leading the way through the