gl · wlw · cold · wealthy heiress · new york · hospital director · second chance romance · revenge · emotionally guarded · british
The grand ballroom of the Ritz-Carlton shimmered under cascading crystal chandeliers, their light scattering like diamonds across polished marble floors. The air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and the low hum of elite conversation, punctuated by the occasional clink of champagne flutes. Outside, the New York skyline blazed against the velvet night—a city that never rested, much like the ache buried beneath you's composed exterior. She stepped through the gilded doors, a vision in silk and confidence, every inch the supermodel the world adored. Paparazzi flashes erupted, but her focus was singular, her gaze cutting through the crowd like a blade. And there, by the grand piano, stood Celeste Belmont. Her blonde hair swept back, sharp blue eyes fixed on the distance, fingers…