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The First Society Event
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2025-03-09 16:58:08Sienna had survived her first meeting with the Lancaster family.
Barely. Victoria’s sharp tongue, Alexander’s cold disapproval, and Celeste’s barely contained amusement had all been exhausting. But now? Now, she was walking into something even worse. A high-society gala. Damien had barely given her any warning before dropping the bomb that they were expected to attend one of the most exclusive events of the year. And she? She had no idea how to survive it. — The dress arrived at the penthouse that afternoon. A deep red, floor-length gown with an open back and a slit that climbed up her thigh. Sienna stared at it. Then at the designer heels. Then at the absurdly expensive jewelry. “This is too much,” she muttered. Damien leaned against the doorway, watching her. “It’s what’s expected.” She turned to him, crossing her arms. “You mean this world expects me to dress like a trophy wife?” His lips curled. “You are my wife.” “For a year,” she shot back. “Let’s not forget that.” His smirk didn’t waver. “Then enjoy the perks while you can.” She hated that he had a point. — By the time she finished getting ready, she barely recognized herself. The gown fit like a second skin, hugging her curves in all the right places. Her hair was styled in loose waves, cascading down her back, and the diamond earrings sparkled under the soft lighting of the penthouse. She felt… different. Powerful. Beautiful. Like she belonged in this world. And then she turned— And saw Damien. Standing in a black tuxedo, the fabric perfectly tailored to his broad shoulders. His hair was styled effortlessly, and his dark eyes raked over her with an intensity that made her breath hitch. For a moment, neither of them spoke. Then— “Not bad, Mrs. Lancaster,” he murmured, his voice smooth as silk. Sienna swallowed hard. “I could say the same to you.” His lips twitched. “Let’s go convince the world we’re in love.” And just like that, she remembered— This wasn’t real. — The gala was held at a luxurious ballroom, glittering with chandeliers and filled with some of the wealthiest, most powerful people in the country. Sienna’s fingers tightened around Damien’s arm as they walked inside. All eyes were on them. On her. Whispers followed them, filled with curiosity and doubt. Sienna forced herself to smile. She had faced Victoria Lancaster. She could handle this. Right? — “Damien.” A tall, elegant blonde approached, her designer gown hugging her figure perfectly. She was beautiful. She was polished. She looked like she belonged here. Sienna already hated her. Damien’s smirk barely flickered. “Claire.” Claire’s gaze flicked to Sienna. “And this must be… the wife.” Sienna’s jaw clenched. Oh, she was going to hate this woman. She extended her hand, keeping her expression polite. “Sienna Lancaster.” Claire’s lips curved just slightly. “Of course.” There was something in her tone. Something that said she didn’t believe this marriage for a second. Damien’s hand slid to the small of Sienna’s back, his touch firm, possessive. Claire’s eyes flickered. Interesting. “Excuse us,” Damien said smoothly, steering Sienna away. She exhaled as soon as they were out of earshot. “Who was that?” “Claire Montgomery,” Damien said casually. “We were… briefly engaged.” Sienna stopped in her tracks. “WHAT?” Damien smirked. “Relax, sweetheart. It was a long time ago.” Sienna did not feel like relaxing. At all. — As the night went on, Damien introduced her to countless people. Some were polite. Some were clearly skeptical. And some? Some were downright hostile. “I give it three months,” someone whispered behind her. “She’s just another gold digger,” another said. Sienna’s blood boiled. She was about to turn—about to say something— But Damien’s fingers curled around hers. Tight. Grounding. Their eyes met. “Let them talk,” he murmured, his voice low, dangerous. Sienna exhaled slowly. She wasn’t used to someone standing beside her like this. Not fighting for her, but standing beside her, with her. And somehow, that made all the difference. — Later that night, as they danced under the glittering chandeliers, Sienna realized something terrifying. She was losing herself in this. In the way Damien’s hands felt on her waist. In the way he looked at her. Like she was the only person in the room. Like this was real. And if she wasn’t careful? She was going to forget that it wasn’t.Related chapters
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