THE evening shimmered with elegance as Amelia stepped into the grand ballroom, Ryan at her side. The chandeliers cast a golden glow across the marbled floor, and the gentle hum of music mingled with the clinking of champagne glasses. She wore a sleek midnight-blue gown that hugged her frame with effortless grace, her hair swept into a chignon that left her neckline bare. Beside her, Ryan looked the part of a gentleman, dressed in a sharp tuxedo, his hand steady on the small of her back as they moved into the crowd.
The gala was alive with dignitaries, industry leaders, and celebrities— a stage where power and wealth were flaunted in whispered conversations and exaggerated laughs. Amelia had learned to blend in, her composure radiating confidence as she smiled politely, greeting acquaintan
