Chapter 11: Meeting Albert.

She was finally doing something for herself and it felt amazing.

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That night Alëna was just from having a shower when she recieved a call from Mariam.

" Alëna, It's me. Our plans starts today." Mariam said.

" What do you mean Mrs Wilson ?" Alëna asked.

" There's a charity gala, Alëna on Sunday night. You must attend. Albert will be there." Mariam said.

Alena's heart skipped several beats when she heard about Albert. She has been talking about him, hearing about him and even planned to put him down but she hasn't met him face to face.

" Okay, I will be there." Alëna said trying to sound confident.

" Make sure you dress well. He needs to get a good impression of you at first sight." Mariam said.

" I get it." Alëna said.

" Jenny will send you the rest of the information. You have the whole tomorrow to prepare." Mariam said.

" I understand. I will do my best." Alëna promised.

" Okay, Good night."

" Good night too."

When the call ended Alëna sat down with curiousity. The issue was getting serious.

The following day was a Saturday, So she had enough time to be ready.

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-Sunday Evening-

As the evening sun cast a warm glow over the city , Alëna stood in front of her closet, deliberating on what to wear to the party. She had a feeling that this was going to be a night to remember, and she wanted to make a good impression.

After trying on a few different outfits, Alëna finally settled on a stunning black evening gown that Mariam had bought for her earlier two days. The dress hugged her curves in all the right places, exposing her medium chest, a small slender waist and large hips with a perfect round buttocks. The dress held her body up to the knees where is swayed free into a gown.

The top of it was a back show exposing half of her back and smooth radiant skin. The makeup on her face lit it up with beauty , Her eyes large hazel and pink lips that one would call one for kisses.

The subtle sparkle of the fabric caught the light as she moved.

Alëna felt like a million bucks as she slipped on a pair of high heels and added some finishing touches to her makeup.

She took one last look in the mirror, and then headed downstairs.

She had told her mother about the party which she simply said was Marian's charity gala.

As Alëna headed out the door, Sophia's eyes widened in surprise.

"Alëna, you look... stunning," she said, her voice full of wonder.

Alëna smiled, feeling a sense of confidence. "Thanks, Mom. I'm just trying to make a good impression."

Sophia's eyes narrowed slightly. "A good impression? Where are you really going, Alëna?"

Alëna hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. "I told you, Mom. I'm going to a charity gala."

Sophia raised an eyebrow. "A charity gala? At this time of night? And with Mariam behind it all?"

Alëna sighed, feeling a sense of frustration. "Mom, I told you. Mariam is just trying to help me.She is a good boss."

Sophia's expression was skeptical. "I hope you're not getting in over your head, Alëna."

" Don't worry Mom. All is well." Alëna promised.

" Okay , Be safe." Sophia let her go.

Alëna got into the car and drove to the venue.

The charity gala was being held at the luxurious Bellvue Manor, a grand estate nestled in the heart of the city. As Alëna stepped out of the car and onto the manicured lawn, she couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the opulence surrounding her.

The manor itself was a masterpiece of modern architecture, with sleek lines, floor-to-ceiling windows, and a rooftop garden that seemed to float above the trees. The sound of soft music and laughter drifted through the air, mingling with the scent of champagne and roses.

As Alëna made her way up the winding staircase to the entrance, she felt like she was stepping into a fairytale. The interior of the manor was just as impressive as the exterior, with crystal chandeliers, marble floors, and walls adorned with priceless works of art.

Alëna's eyes widened as she took in the sheer scale and luxury of the venue. She had never been to a party like this before, and she couldn't help but feel a little intimidated.

The guests were impeccably dressed, with women in stunning gowns and men in tailored tuxedos. Alëna saw elegant evening gowns, daring modern designs, and sleek high-fashion jumpsuits. The men's classic tuxedos and bow ties added a touch of timeless elegance.

Some stood while chatting, others shared drinks and others sat down enjoying the different meals that were being served.

Alëna looked around to trace for Albert since he was her mission but before she could see him Albert noticed her first.

Albert's eyes scanned the room, taking in the familiar faces of the city's elite. But then, his gaze landed on a vision of loveliness that made his heart skip a beat.

Alëna stood poised and confident, her stunning beauty radiating like a beacon in the crowded room. Her raven-haired elegance and sparkling eyes captivated Albert, and he felt an inexplicable pull towards her.

For a moment, Albert forgot about the gala, forgot about the business deals and the social niceties. All he could think about was the mysterious, captivating woman who had suddenly appeared in his line of sight.

Alëna's body was a masterpiece of curves and lines, a perfect blend of elegance and sensuality. Her slender waist curved inward, accentuating the gentle flare of her hips and the soft, rounded contours of her buttocks. Her breasts were full and firm, with a subtle uplift that seemed to defy gravity.

Her long, toned legs seemed to go on forever, curving smoothly into the gentle swell of her calves and the delicate bones of her ankles. Her skin was a radiant, sun-kissed glow, with a subtle sheen that hinted at a strict skincare regimen.

As she moved, her body seemed to flow like a liquid, each curve and line blending seamlessly into the next. She was a true goddess, a masterpiece of physical perfection.