"Mrs. Summers, perfect timing," Zachary said softly, speaking before she could. "Mr. Summers had an urgent matter come up. He asked me to tell you that Morris will drive you to the gala first, and he will join you shortly after."
Her excuse died in her throat. She simply nodded and returned to her own office.
She had brought her dress to work, just in case.
After clocking out, she slipped into the gown, touched up her makeup, and got into Morris's car.
Sinclair Holdings was hosting the gala in the grand ballroom of their corporate headquarters.
As night fell, the city's most elite and powerful figures gathered under one roof.
The elegant strains of violin music drifted through the cool evening breeze, painting a picture of high-society perfection.
Invitation in hand, Alaina stepped into the ballroom alone.
Dressed in a minimalist black satin gown devoid of flashy diamonds, she stood out like a sore thumb amid the glittering sea of jewels, yet her understated elegance was breathtakingly radiant.
Her gaze remained calm as she immediately retreated to a quiet corner, trying her best to blend into the shadows.
Just as her eyes swept over the boisterous crowd, a striking figure made a beeline straight for her.
Nina Sinclair was poured into a fiery red strapless gown, her voluminous curls cascading lazily over her shoulders, and her makeup bold and flawless.
She wore a perfectly calculated sweet smile, her eyes practically overflowing with what seemed to be warm, affectionate delight.
"Alaina, why did you show up all by yourself? Where's Silas?"
Nina marched up to her and, without giving Alaina a chance to react, seamlessly looped her arm through Alaina's, displaying a deeply intimate and confident posture.

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