Emma’s Point of View
Tonight was supposed to be perfect.
Standing before the mirror as the stylists worked their magic on me, I couldn’t help but marvel at how far I’d come. The Steele Charity Ball had always been a highlight of the year, a grand event where the city’s elite gathered to flaunt their wealth under the guise of philanthropy. I’d attended the ball three years in a row as an employee, a mere assistant relegated to the shadows. But this time? I wasn’t just attending, I was running the whole thing as Adrian Steele’s wife.
The thought filled me with a heady mix of pride and nerves. Adrian’s support had been unwavering, even when his mother, Evelyn, had thrown a fit about me taking over her long-held position as the event organizer. Adrian had stood firm, demanding she step asid
