The Annual Ball

As the grand ballroom doors swung open with a hushed anticipation, a ripple of murmurs cascaded through the opulent gathering.

So this was the girl who had taken the most eligible bachelor off the market. Tonight was the annual celebration of the Frost Industries and the only topic had been the young wife of the CEO. Those who had seen the lady swore that she was an immortal fairy who had graced the earth with her presence while those who had not scoffed at the exaggeration while simultaneously looking down at her in their heart. A young girl in university standing next to the most accomplished man in the country?

She could only be a sugar baby or a trophy wife. An accessory that could be changed any time.