Chapter 26 - THE ANNUAL SNOW BALL
That evening, the grand ballroom of the Metropolitan Museum of Art hosted the annual Winter Snow Ball.
New York's elite socialites, diplomats, and business moguls gathered under the towering displays of classic art and floral arrangements.
Eleanor arrived wearing a floor-length silver silk gown, her blonde hair styled in elegant waves over her shoulder.
Beside her walked Marcus Vance, looking impeccably handsome in a black tuxedo with a crisp white pocket square.
The crowd parted respectfully as Eleanor entered, whispering admiringly about the woman who had brought down two corrupt dynasties.
She was no longer known as Carter's quiet, discarded wife who couldn't give him an heir.
She was Eleanor Vance—the most powerful corporate leader in the empire of Wall Street.
As the orchestra began to play a classic waltz, Marcus extended his hand to her with a warm, genuine smile.
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"May I have this dance, Mrs. Vance?" Marcus asked politely.
"It would be my pleasure, Marcus," Eleanor replied, stepping into his arms as they glided across the polished floor.
