Chapter 38 - The Autumn GalaThe Blackwood Autumn Gala was the crown jewel of the city’s social calendar.
The sprawling, historic estate was lit by thousands of floating candles. The ballroom was packed with politicians, judges, and billionaires, all completely unaware that the ground beneath them was financially hollow.
Josephine held court near the grand staircase, wearing a stunning diamond necklace and a custom silk gown. She radiated power and untouchable grace, playing the perfect matriarch.
When the heavy ballroom doors opened, the room’s ambient chatter noticeably dipped.
Emily Carter entered, wearing a breathtaking, simple black gown. She walked with the terrifying, absolute confidence of a woman who had survived hell and owned the deed to it. Alexander walked beside her, his expression unreadable.
Josephine’s smile flickered for a fraction of a second before she expertly masked it. She glided across the ballroom floor to intercept them.
“Emily, Alexander,” Josephine cooed loudly, ensuring the nearby society reporters could hear her. “I am so relieved you came. Despite the... unfortunate rumors in the press today, the Blackwood family stands entirely behind you, Emily.”
It was a brilliant, venomous trap. By publicly defending Emily, Josephine was validating the rumors, painting herself as the magnanimous savior of an unstable girl.
Emily didn't take the bait. She smiled, stepping perfectly into Josephine’s personal space.
“Thank you, Josephine,” Emily said, her voice carrying clearly over the string quartet. “Your support is invaluable, especially during such a difficult financial transition for your family.”
Josephine’s eyes widened slightly in panic.
“I don't know what you mean, dear,” Josephine hissed through a forced smile.
“Of course you do,” Alexander interjected, his voice carrying an icy, authoritative weight. “Emily is referring to the foundation’s new initiative. The one we are announcing tonight.”
Josephine’s hands began to tremble. “Alexander, this is not the time for foundation business. This is a private gala.”
“There is no better time, Mother,” Alexander replied coldly.
He turned away from her, walking directly toward the grand stage where the orchestra was playing. He signaled the conductor to stop.
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The music died. Five hundred guests turned their attention to the stage.
The mother-in-law's nightmare was about to begin.
