The gala
"Power dressed in silk and secrets walked in heels."
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The gala buzzed with elegance—soft lights, murmurs of wealth, and the scent of fresh orchids in the air.
As Simon Blackwood entered with Amy on his arm, heads turned. Admiration lit some eyes, envy flickered in others.
Amy held her chin high, basking in the whispers.
“The Blackwood heir… and his date.”
Abby Russel (ml friend/ fl ex friend)
Enters with Simon, her hand looped through his arm, posture poised)
Feels nostalgic, doesn’t it? All eyes on us.
Simon Blackwood (Ml)
still loud and buzzing
Abby Russel (ml friend/ fl ex friend)
Come on, Simon. A little mystery never hurt your image.(laughed softly)
since Simon was not interested to entertain her anymore Amy breaks off, mingling with a group of elite socialites
Lady1: (whispering behind a fan)
That’s Amy Crestwood—still clinging to the Blackwood heir after all these years.
Lady2: Can you blame her? He’s rich, powerful, and back on the market.
Simon Blackwood (Ml)
( stands with a group of businessmen, coolly discussing market trends)
Businessman 1: Mr. Blackwood, your return is stirring up quite the buzz.
Simon Blackwood (Ml)
(Just shrugged off the comment taking Champaign glass)
while there conversations are going a commotion buzz occurred and all—heads turn. Turned towards the entrance
Hearing the commotion and everyone's attention shift Simon too looked back
Simon Blackwood (Ml)
(gaze lifts. He stops mid-sentence. Eyes widen slightly)
Simon Blackwood (Ml)
**it's her**
His memory flickers—café encounter, those fragmented dreams and everywhere the voice of a woman
Standing there was Isabella Sinclair with her graceful, elegant yet enticing figure
She was holding Nick sengal's hand they were brother and sister yet gave a perfect beautiful couple vibes which were making people look at them with admiration yet the hint of jealous
Abby Russel (ml friend/ fl ex friend)
(Watching the crowd—looked at the couple at entrance then her eyes suddenly flickered seeing the woman standing there. Her hand clenches at her gown subtly. Jaw tightens)
Spotlights subtly follow their entry. Soft murmurs rise among the crowd
Isabella was looking around and then it happened her eyes met across the crowd – silence, like time froze
Abby Russel (ml friend/ fl ex friend)
(Sweetly, as she approaches Simon)
Simon… do you know her?
Simon Blackwood (Ml)
(not answering, still staring at her beautiful eyes)
Isabella Sinclair (Fl)
(Blinks, breath catching)
Abby Russel (ml friend/ fl ex friend)
(Amy’s smile falters for a split second but she masks it quickly)
standing beside Nick observe the subtle change in her moment and he followed her eyes looking at the particular person he doesn't want to see at all.
Nick Sengal(fl friend/cousin)
(Leaning closer, voice low and tight)
You knew, didn’t you? 💢
Isabella Sinclair (Fl)
(Still staring at Simon)
It doesn’t matter, Nick.
Nick Sengal(fl friend/cousin)
(His jaw clenched, looking at Simon, then back at Isabella)
Oh really?
He takes her hand, snaps the connection, and leads her away. Simon watches, eyes never leaving her
Simon watched them disappear into the crowd, his glass lowering slowly
Abby Russel (ml friend/ fl ex friend)
(stands beside him, watching his gaze silently)
Abby Russel (ml friend/ fl ex friend)
(With a tight smile)
Should we greet the hosts?
While Isabella and Nick speaking with businessmen, poised and professional everyone was busy talking, gossiping, some people birching around and all like a normal gathering awaiting the host's presence
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