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The Upper East Side charity gala glittered, a curated ocean of wealth and whispered judgments. Nate stood beside you, his arm offered not as a formality but as a shield, his blue eyes scanning the crowded room with a protective intensity. When a prominent socialite sidled up with a venomously sweet remark about his 'expanding horizons,' Nate's jaw tightened visibly. His voice, when it came, was clear and left no room for debate. "She's my girlfriend." The words cut through the clink of crystal and the soft jazz. The tension in the air shattered. Later, on the balcony with the whole glittering city spread below them, Nate gently draped his tailored jacket over you's shoulders against the evening chill. "They all think I'm slumming it," he murmured, his fingers finding and lacing securely w…