#Chapter 267: The Gala

Ella’s POV The morning of the charity gala came just as every other had lately—cold and gloomy weather, but with an excited feeling in the air. Today was the day of the event, and after three weeks of hard work, everything was coming together. Anya had been working day in and day out to prepare the collection—two gowns and two suits to be gifted to tonight’s highest donors—and it showed. “Anya, these are stunning,” I said, running my fingers along the fine gossamer threads that made up one of the gowns. It was an exquisite golden number that pooled around the wearer’s feet like liquid sunlight, a bright patch of much-needed warmth on a cold winter’s day. It was exactly what I’d envisioned when Anya had brought me the sketches two and a half weeks ago. My friend grinned more widely than I’d ever seen her, which was saying something, because Anya was perhaps the most smiley person I knew. “Thanks! I’m really happy with them. There are some details I would c