"Some nights aren’t remembered for the lights, but for who they pull into their orbit."
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The week passed in a blur — days filled with work, moments haunted by dreams, and nights that refused to stay quiet. Faces from the past, thoughts unspoken, memories buried — everything found a way to surface.
Simon’s mother had already spoken to Amy, and she’d agreed — perhaps too enthusiastically — to attend the gala as his plus one. He had no objections. He’d said he’d go, and he would. Simple.
Finally, the night arrived — the grand gala hosted by the Whitlocks, the most awaited event in the city.
Simon adjusted the cuffs of his navy blue suit, tailored to perfection. A deep red tie with a subtle navy pattern framed his sharp collar, echoing elegance and power in every line.
Amy, ever graceful, walked in wearing a sophisticated midnight blue gown with sheer sleeves and beaded accents — matching Simon’s outfit almost like it was planned.
Meanwhile, Isabella stood before her mirror, her maroon dress hugging her form with effortless allure. The long slit on one side, paired with delicate silver earrings and heels, made her look like a walking contradiction — bold and unbothered, yet somehow… elegant. Coincidentally or not, the deep red in her dress nearly mirrored the tone of Simon’s tie.
Nick walked out of his room in a golden-brown suit with a playful smirk, looking like trouble wrapped in expensive fabric. His subtle shimmered shirt and open collar only added to the drama.
The city lights were calling, and so were stories waiting to unfold.
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