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Chapter 6 - The High-Society Gala

The Torres Grand Annual Charity Gala was the most exclusive ticket in the city. Politicians, tech moguls, and high-society elites filled the grand ballroom in glittering gowns and custom tuxedos.

And Maria Lopez was standing in the middle of it wearing a stunning emerald-green silk dress that cost more than her rent for a year.

When Victor had formally invited her—not as a member of the staff, but as his personal guest—she had tried to refuse. But Victor Torres was not a man accustomed to rejection. He had sent a stylist to her apartment with a single note: “No bathtubs tonight. Just dinner.”

Now, standing by the champagne fountain, Maria felt entirely out of place among the diamond-encrusted socialites.

"Feeling like you're in the wrong heaven again?"

She turned to see Victor standing beside her, holding two flutes of champagne, looking impossibly sharp in a midnight-blue tuxedo.

"More like I'm an imposter in a sci-fi movie," Maria whispered, taking a glass. "Everyone here is looking at me like I'm a particularly offensive smudge on their expensive crystal."

Victor followed her gaze toward a group of whispering socialites, his jaw tightening. He stepped closer, placing a hand securely on the small of her back, his touch anchoring her.

"Let them look," Victor said, his voice low and firm. "None of them have your work ethic, your honesty, or your courage. And none of them made me laugh when I was drowning in corporate misery."

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Before Maria could process the weight of his words, a local tabloid photographer flashed his camera from across the room, capturing the intense, unmistakable look Victor was giving her.

Victor didn't pull away. Instead, he pulled her closer, whispering against her hair, "Looks like tomorrow's headline won't be about a sleeping cleaning lady. It'll be about the CEO who lost his heart in a bathtub."

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