Chapter 5 - The Gala OffenseUpon their return to Boston, the annual Hastings Winter Charity Gala took place at the Grand Ballroom of the Plaza Hotel. It was the premier event of the winter social season, attended by five hundred business leaders, diplomats, and media reporters.

Milana arrived beside Edward, wearing a spectacular gold-and-white regal gown, her veil shimmering with subtle gold embroidery.

Edward kept his arm firmly around her waist, walking through the room with radiant pride. He introduced her to senators, foreign ambassadors, and tech executives, completely ignoring the curious glances from the crowd.

However, during cocktail hour, as Edward stepped away to speak with a major investor, an arrogant socialite named Julian Vance—the son of a rival private equity mogul—approached Milana with a martini glass in hand.

Julian was notoriously obnoxious, accustomed to getting away with cruel behavior due to his family’s wealth.

“Mrs. Hastings,” Julian called out loudly, drawing the attention of nearby guests. “Tell us, why the mystery? Is it a religious tradition, or are you simply giving poor Edward mercy by covering your face?”

Several guests chuckled nervously, while others looked uncomfortable.

Milana stood tall, her eyes fixed on Julian. “The veil serves as a filter, Mr. Vance. It keeps out superficial nonsense.”

Julian’s face flushed red. Feeling humiliated, he took a step closer, raising his hand toward her face. “Let’s see what you’re hiding under there!”

Before Julian’s fingers could touch the fabric, a hand caught his wrist in an iron grip.

Edward shoved Julian back violently, sending his martini glass crashing onto the marble floor.

“Touch my wife again,” Edward growled, stepping between Julian and Milana, his body tense, his jaw clenched, “and I will break every finger on your hand.”

Julian stumbled backward, shocked by Edward’s fierce protection. “Edward! It was just a joke!”

“Get out of this ballroom before security throws you into the street,” Edward ordered, his voice echoing across the quiet hall.

Julian fled through the double doors, leaving the room in stunned silence.

Edward turned back to Milana, holding her shoulders gently, checking if she was unhurt. “Are you okay?”

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Milana looked up into his eyes, seeing the raw, unconditional love and fierce loyalty shining in his gaze. She touched his hand softly.

“I am perfectly okay, Edward,” she whispered. “Because I know who is standing beside me.”