Chapter 10 - Stepping Into A High-Stakes Corporate Gala
The grand ballroom of the Drake Hotel glittered with crystal chandeliers and elite Chicago socialites dressed in designer gowns.
Whispers immediately rippled through the room as the heavy mahogany doors swung open at the end of the hall.
Vincent DeLuca walked in, wearing a bespoke charcoal tuxedo with a crisp white pocket square.
Beside him, walking with quiet, undeniable poise, was Emily—dressed in an emerald-green silk gown that commanded every eye.
She had spent the afternoon with Vincent’s private stylists, transforming from an exhausted waitress into a vision of understated elegance.
“Who is that woman on his arm?” a prominent society columnist whispered loudly from a nearby table.
“Nobody knows, but she just walked past the city mayor without blinking,” another guest responded in awe.
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Vincent kept his hand firmly at the small of her back, guiding her toward the head table with absolute territorial grace.
Emily felt a nervous flutter in her stomach, but for the first time in her life, she felt completely untouchable.
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