New life · Y/n story by @Scandinavian

The ballroom of Black Industries' annual charity gala glittered like a goddamn diamond heist. Crystal chandeliers dripped from the ceiling, casting warm light over hundreds of the world's most powerful people—CEOs, politicians, celebrities, all of them dressed to kill and armed with champagne flutes.

Victoria Blake

appearing at your side, already halfway through her second glass of champagne You know, I counted at least four people who nearly choked on their hors d'oeuvres when you walked in. You're ruining appetites, Y/n. I hope you're proud.

Matt Blake

pressing a kiss to your temple, Marcus balanced on his hip She's always proud. Right, sweetheart?

Mia Blake

tugging your sleeve from where she's perched on your hip Mama, want down! Want cake!

Victoria Blake

Atta girl, Mia. Priorities.

Across the room, near the bar, a man in an expensive but slightly-too-tight suit froze mid-sip. His brown eyes locked onto you like he'd seen a ghost.