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As the last notes from the gala’s orchestra faded into the evening air, the mood shifted from the formalities of awards and speeches to the vibrant energy of mingling and celebration. The official part of the event was over, and now it was a time for congratulations, hugs, and handshakes.
“Congratulations, Doctor!” came the chorus from attendees flocking around Athena, their voices a melodic blend of joy and admiration.
A bright smile adorned her face as the accolades poured in-“Best Medical Service to Humanity” and “Most Influential Woman in The City.”
Her awards were sitting pretty with Gianna.
Hence, she basked in the spotlight, the recognition that came after years of relentless
dedication to her patients and her craft.
“Thank you, thank you all!” She said, accepting heartfelt pats on the back and warm Congratulations.
In that moment, she felt a sense of pride swell within her. After the long nights and the days filled with challenges, it was rewarding to be seen and celebrated for her hard work.
Meanwhile, Gianna and Sandro exchanged excited chatter, filling in the gaps in the crowd. Their laughter rippled through the air like music, drawing attention from those nearby.
Zane, standing a few feet away with his arms crossed, watched them both, a mixture of irritation and unease flashing across his face.
“It’s like a flirtation fest over there,” he muttered under his breath. Although he tried to focus on welcoming guests and making small talk, his eyes betrayed him, sneaking glances toward Gianna and Sandro. When did they get so inseparable?
Ewan too, stood at the edge of the crowd, doing his best to engage with other attendees, though his gaze continuously drifted back to Athena.
Her warmth, her light–it was disarming. Ewan tried to remind himself to stay focused on Fiona, who stood by his side, a frown tugging at her lips as she noticed his wandering attention.
As if reading his mind, Fiona leaned closer, her voice laced with annoyance. “Ewan, focus on the people who actually matter here, she said, a sharp edge to her tone. “We’re supposed to be networking, not ogling over Athena across the room.”
Ewan steeled, hating to be called to his bullshit. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, Fiona. Are you seeing things now?”
Fiona’s frustration deepened. She ignored his question. “You said you wanted to get over her,
rcinember?”
Ewan said nothing to that. But he finally looked away from Athena.
Meanwhile, Athena continued to be enveloped by greetings and small talk. The moment though
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started getting suffocating for her as time went on. She needed an escape from the attention, a breather from the swarm of people who seemed to want something from her in the form of favors of connections.
As she scanned the room, she spotted Ethan by the entrance of the hall, standing nearby amidst a group of admiring fans.
Oh good! The perfect escape!
Ethan still had a knack for generating buzz. She thought, noticing the whispers surrounding him like stardust.
But it was good for his play. She concluded. After all, according to the public here, he was the business guru, known for his innovative ideas and sharp insight, even at a young age. “Ethan!” she called out, relief flooding her voice as she made her way through the crowd toward him.
As she approached, she noticed Chelsea beside him.
A laughter of disbelief escaped her lips. What was her friend doing here? And was that Areso? Those sly cows!
Chelsea was a well–respected international pediatrician, known for her compassion and dedication to children’s health. She was striking in her red lacy gown, her presence radiating warmth and charm.
Next to her stood Areso, one of the most influential fashion designers in the world, renowned for her exceptional talent and signature style. With her well–groomed appearance and confident demeanor, Areso was equally popular and magnetic.
Athena couldn’t believe her eyes.
*Look who we have here!” She exclaimed as she arrived, her heart lightening visibly.
Her two friends grinned mischievously. “Our surprises worked huh?”
Athena laughed, and wrapped her arms around Chelsea first, pulling her into a tight embrace. “I’m so glad to see you!”
“Athena, the feeling is mutual. I watched the awards presentation as Ethan drove us here. You deserve every bit of praise this evening! Congratulations dear friend!” Chelsea said, her voice filled with genuine excitement.
Areso joined in the hug then, offering Athena a friendly squeeze.
“Beautiful as always, Athena,” Areso added, her charming French accent enhancing her words. “Only you could shine brighter than all the sequins in this room.”
“Thank you, Areso! You’re quite the flatterer, Athena said, giggling as the three shared a laugh. Gianna soon joined them, her eyes bright with joy.
“This gathering is starting to feel like a reunion!” Gianna said, wrapping her arms around the trio in a circle of camaraderie.
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The atmosphere lightened, and for a moment, Athena forgot the heavy gaze of Ewan.
However, the case didn’t last long. Athena suddenly noticed Chelsea’s facial expression–a tense look weighing on her features. It was a shadow of displeasure that didn’t sit right with Athena.
