Chapter 98

The evening shimmered with elegance as Amelia stepped into the grand ballroom, Ryan at her side. The chandeliers cast a golden glow across the marbled floor, and the gentle hum of music mingled with the clinking of champagne glasses. She wore a sleek midnight-blue gown that hugged her frame with effortless grace, her hair swept into a chignon that left her neckline bare. Beside her, Ryan looked the part of a gentleman, dressed in a sharp tuxedo, his hand steady on the small of her back as they moved into the crowd.

The gala was alive with dignitaries, industry leaders, and celebrities— a stage where power and wealth were flaunted in whispered conversations and exaggerated laughs. Amelia had learned to blend in, her composure radiating confidence as she smiled politely, greeting acquaintances and fellow business owners. Ryan handled the introductions with ease, even the anchor at her side.

“Tonight is about connections,” Ryan reminded her quietly, leaning close so only sh