Seducing My Ex’s Father In Law novel Chapter 119

Chapter 0119

Chapter 0119

Judy’s POV

The Gala was just as beautiful as I imagined; it was also incredibly crowded. The moment our limo pulled up to the front entrance where everyone was lined up to get inside, the paparazzi were all over us. Flashes of light nearly blinded me, and Walter had to take my hand and guide me through the doorway.

kept asking questions about what Irene was wearing and when they got a look at me, one of them recognized Ella Venuti’s design and started to ask me questions about it too.

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I opened my mouth to answer them about where I got the dress, but Irene stopped me.

“You don’t want to talk to the press,” she whispered. They are nasty buggers and will twist anything

you say.

I bit my lip and nodded.

We walked over to the security guards at the entrance, Ethan pulled out the invites for him and Irene. The security guard looked at them for a moment before nodding and stepping aside for them

to enter.

Walter handed the security guard our tickets next, and he looked them over before nodding and stepping aside from us as well. Walter offered me his arm and I smiled thoughtfully as I took it.

The music was loud, and everybody was wearing dazzling gowns and suits; I couldn’t recognize anybody behind the masks, but I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to recognize anyone regardless.

“This place

is amazing,” I breathed, staring up at the light streamers that danced across the ceiling. It’s beautiful.”

“First time at the Gala?” Walter asked, giving me a questionable look.

I nodded.

“Is it that obvious?” I asked, feeling my cheeks warm under his scrutiny.

“I guess it’s a new experience for us both then,” he admitted.

I looked at him surprised.

“You’ve never been before either?”

He shrugged causally.

“Not to an American one,” he told me. “I’ve been to a few Galas in France, but nothing quite like this. I’m also way too busy with work, so I don’t go out often.”

“So, what are we supposed to do at these things besides stand here and look pretty?” I asked, teasingly.

He smirked.

“We drink and mingle with the rich,” he replied. When I chuckled, he grinned. “Can I get you a drink?” “That would be great,” I told him. “Anything besides champaign.”

“You aren’t a fan?”