Chapter 16 - The Gala
Three months later, the Rossi syndicate hosted their annual charity gala at the Pierre Hotel. It was the social event of the season, attended by politicians, celebrities, and the silent, powerful men of the underworld.
Julian stepped out of his black armored Maybach, ignoring the flash of paparazzi cameras. He reached his hand back into the car.
Sophia stepped out, and the entire street went dead silent.
She wore a breathtaking, midnight-blue silk gown that clung perfectly to her curves. Her hair was swept over one shoulder, and the sapphire ring on her left hand sparkled under the city lights. She radiated power, elegance, and an untouchable grace.
She was no longer the maid. She was the Queen of the Rossi empire.
Julian wrapped his arm tightly around her waist, glaring at a photographer who stepped too close. The photographer immediately backed away, terrified.
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"Nervous?" Julian murmured in her ear as they walked up the red carpet.
"Not even a little," Sophia smiled, leaning into his warmth. "I have the most dangerous man in the city protecting me."
