The Billionaire's Secret Fiancée

ainst the inky night sky. Emily's stomach churned with a mix of excitement and nerves as the valet opened her door. She stepped out ca

doors. A red carpet stretched out before her, lined with a few last-minute arrivals. The gentle clink of champagne glasses and th

r clutch. Her heart raced as she ascended the steps, her fingers brushing against the cool brass of the

played a soft, melodic tune, the music weaving through the air like silk. She followed the flow of guests to

es draped in ivory linens were scattered around the edges of the room, each adorned with elaborate centerpieces of fresh roses and peonies. The sc

ilored suits, women in gowns that seemed plucked straight from the pages of a fashion magazine. Con

, wondering if her effort would measure up to the effortless glamour surrounding her. But she

ears. Names of notable guests floated through the air, spoken with a mix

oman whispered to her companion, h

g she had read in a business magazine or overheard in an office discussion

shaking his head. "He's known for skippi

rgy of the room was electric, and while she felt the occasional pang of d

. Somewhere in the crowd was Ethan Black, a man who rarely appeared but whose pre

ests, but the sheer magnitude of the event was still sinking in. Everywhere she looked, people were deep in conversation, their voices carrying the confid

nd necklace catching the light with every step. "I don't think we've met," the woman said wit

keting consultant." She kept her tone steady, but inside, her thoughts raced

Consulting, hmm? That mu

t I enjoy the challenge. There's something exci

ease of someone who had spent decades navigating rooms like this one, her anecdotes peppered with industry buzzwords and casual ment

aid as the conversation wound down. "It's alw

eraction left her feeling both exhilarated and exhausted. She had

ercepted by a sharp-looking man with a condescending smile. "And

t her chin. "Someone you'll be hearing about soon," she

ok forward to it," he said before moving on. Emily exhaled slowly, her heart

advertising, she hesitated, unsure whether to join in. The conversation was rapid-fire, filled with references to campaigns she

esting you mentioned digital-first campaigns," she said, her voice steady. "I've found that co

y to respect as she elaborated. By the time the conversation shifted

ations, her confidence growing with each interaction. But beneath her composed exterior, a small vo

seemed to command awe and curiosity. "I heard he's here tonight," someone murmured. Emily's ears perked

out to cross, and this evening would ta