THE GALA
364 Words
Asher stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his tie for what felt like the hundredth time. He couldn't shake off the feeling that he was making a mistake by attending the gala with Lena.
But he had promised Ember that he would help her brother, and this seemed to be the only way to do it.
As he heard the doorbell ring, Asher took a deep breath and made his way to the entrance. Lena stood in the doorway, looking stunning in a red gown that hugged her curves in all the right places.
"Asher, you look handsome," Lena said, her eyes scanning his body.
Asher smiled wryly. "Thanks. You look beautiful."
Lena's smile grew wider. "Shall we?" she asked, offering her arm.
Asher took it, feeling a sense of unease as they made their way to the gala.
As they entered the ballroom, Asher was struck by the sheer number of people. The room was filled with the who's who of society, all dressed to the nines.
Lena led him through the crowds, introducing him to various people along the way. Asher smiled and nodded, trying to make small talk, but his mind kept wandering back to Ember.
Why had he agreed to attend this gala? What was Lena's real motive?
As the night wore on, Asher found himself growing increasingly uncomfortable. He didn't belong here, surrounded by these people.
Just as he was about to make an excuse to leave, Asher saw Ember across the room. She looked beautiful in a black gown, her hair styled perfectly.
Asher's heart skipped a beat as their eyes met. For a moment, they just stared at each other, the room around them melting away.
Then, Ember's eyes dropped, and she turned away, disappearing into the crowds.
Asher felt a pang of disappointment. What was Ember doing here?
As he turned to leave, Lena's hand on his arm stopped him. "Asher, I need to talk to you," she said, her voice low and urgent.
Asher's eyes narrowed. "What is it?" he demanded.
Lena's smile grew wider. "It's about Ember. I think you should know the truth about her."
Asher's heart skipped a beat. What truth?
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