The gala had begun to wind down—but the energy inside the hall hadn't faded.
If anything, it had softened into something warmer.
Clusters of guests stood around the venue, glasses in hand, laughter rising here and there as conversations replaced formalities. The orchestra now played lighter, festive tunes in the background, giving the night a relaxed, almost intimate feel.
Near one side of the hall, Stephanie stood beside her mother, Maria.
They had just finished speaking with a group of senior executives when—
"STEPHANIE?!"
She turned.
And immediately froze.
Charging toward her—without a single ounce of restraint—were three very familiar faces.
Ivy.
Leo.
Jasmine.
All dressed elegantly, all completely ignoring decorum as they rushed forward.
"Oh my God—what is going on?!" Jasmine blurted the second she reached her.
Leo looked between Stephanie like he had just uncovered a national secret.
"Wait—wait—WAIT," he said, pointing dramatically. "You… and HIM?!"
