Page 24 of A Million Shades Of Love and Betrayal

I managed a faint smile, grateful for his presence. "Just got caught up in my thoughts for a moment."

His responding smile was reassuring, and I leaned into him, finding solace in his comforting embrace. We exchanged a few quiet words, our conversation a gentle melody amidst the chatter of the gala.

Meanwhile, Ethan's voice pierced through the air, drawing my attention back to their table. "I can't believe they're here," he muttered to his companion, his tone laced with disdain.

I felt a burst of fury at his words, but before I could respond, Rafael spoke up, his voice calm yet assertive. "It's crazy, isn't it? Roman lets anyone attend this year."

His response was met with a scowl from Ethan, who seemed irked by Rafael's composed demeanor. It was clear to anyone who heard Rafael that he was talking about Ethan and how ridiculous it was that he was invited. I knew it wasn't as ridiculous as he implied since they were from the same circle, but the sting of his words was enough to get him to shut up.

Before either of them could say anything else, a hush fell over the crowd as a single spotlight illuminated the center of the platform, casting a glow on the figure that appeared there. It was Roman, elegant and charismatic as ever, his presence commanding the room effortlessly.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen," Roman's voice boomed through the hall, his tone warm and inviting. "Welcome to the annual Charity Gala for Hope's Haven," applause erupted, a chorus of appreciation for the cause they were about to support.

"I just want to remind you all that this isn't a party for the rich to get together and drink alcohol. We're here to support a good cause." Roman continued. His words resonated with passion. "Hope's Haven is more than just a charity. It's a lifeline for countless individuals who are battling adversity. Together, we can make a difference in their lives."

The atmosphere was electric, charged with a sense of purpose and generosity. As Roman spoke about the various programs and initiatives supported by Hope's Haven, I couldn't help but feel a surge of admiration for him. When Rafael first told me about the gala, I assumed it was just an excuse for the wealthy to dress up and show out, but I was wrong. Roman was the founder of Hope's Haven and he and Rafael were very much into giving back.

After outlining the evening's schedule and introducing the keynote speakers, Roman stepped aside to welcome the first speaker to the stage. The spotlight shifted, highlighting a woman whose story was nothing short of inspiring.

Her voice trembled with emotion as she shared her journey from having cancer to being cancer-free, thanks to the support of Hope's Haven. Her words painted a vivid picture of resilience and hope, touching the hearts of everyone present. Tears welled up in my eyes as I listened, reminded of the power of compassion and generosity.

Roman took the stage again, this time to announce the highlight of the evening—the charity auction. The room crackled with excitement as valuable items and experiences were presented for bidding, each contribution adding to the funds raised for Hope's Haven.

I found myself drawn to a painting, a stunning masterpiece that spoke to me on a profound level.

"The bidding starts at fifty thousand," Roman's voice rang clearly.

I raised my paddle, announcing myself as a bidder. "Sixty thousand."

Ethan's mom, Cheryl, raised her paddle. "Seventy thousand."

I rolled my eyes, amused by what was happening. "One hundred thousand."

"One hundred and ten thousand," she responded immediately, glaring at me the whole time.

"Two hundred thousand," I spoke quietly, not bothered by how she was acting.

"Ha!" Cheryl scoffed. "As if she has two hundred thousand dollars." She turned to Rafael. "I had no idea her cunt would be that expensive."

"That's enough!" Roman snapped, banging his gavel on the desk. "Another outburst like that and I'll have you thrown out."

"That won't be necessary," I spoke up, blinking slowly as all eyes turned to me. "There's no need to punish her when she's already been punishing herself by selling her cunt for way less than the market value."

"Why you little-"

"Careful," Roman looked at her. "Another outburst and you're out of here."

"That's no way to speak to my mother," Ethan jumped in, though reluctant if the glare he gave her meant anything.

"You're welcome to join her outside," Roman shrugged, gesturing to the men in black suits lining the hallways. "Would you like to be escorted out?"

"That won't be necessary," Ava smiled brightly, gesturing to the wine glasses. "My mother and brother seem to have had too much champagne." She flagged down one of the servers. "Can I get some water brought over?"

"Certainly ma'am."

Her eyes narrowed at the server calling her ma’am, but she didn't address it. "Thank you."

I had to swallow a laugh as Roman continued with the auction, Ethan and his family long gone from his mind.

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