The lobby of The Imperial Pavilion glittered like a jeweled museum, cream limestone walls, art-lit pillars, crystal chandeliers dripping with gold. Tonight’s charity auction wasn’t just any event. It was the event of the year, hosted by the powerful Alvarez Family, known for land, agriculture, and massive international exports.
And the guests? Politicians. CEOs. Old-money families. The kind who smelled like legacy and negotiations.
The entire place buzzed with admiration the moment the Alvarez name was mentioned.
Jenny stepped out of the private elevator reserved for sponsors, her dark green silk gown draping elegantly against her frame. Her hair was swept low, makeup clean, expression poised. There was no trace of the Jenny who once cried in a condo unit, three years younger, three yea
