The chandelier lights sparkled above like a thousand tiny stars, but Jenna Hidalgo moved through the grand ballroom with the ease of someone who no longer needed to shine—because she radiated. Her outfit, though low-key at first glance, whispered exclusivity. A tailored midnight-blue jumpsuit with a cascading shoulder cape—one-of-a-kind by Maison Valleria, not yet released to the public. Paired with vintage diamond drop earrings and a simple, sleek bun, she was effortless elegance.
She took a glass of white wine from a passing waiter and scanned the crowd.
No sign of Emely.
"Boring," she muttered under her breath.
Just as she turned to leave, a familiar voice called out.
"Jenna!"
It was Chris, dashing in a gray tux, his trademark grin too eager. He walked over with the same confidenc
