sunnydaley131989
The Opulens Rosewood Gala is not advertised. It never has been.
There are no invitations, only expectations. If your family name carries weight, you will be there. If it does not, you will hear about it later. Held once a year in the heart of New York City, the gala gathers old money dynasties, legacy heirs, and children raised to inherit power like it is a birthright.
The evening sparkles with distractions. Live music. Flashing cameras. Champagne that costs more than most college tuitions. But everyone knows why they are really there.
The Debutante Bidding.
What began as a polite tradition has been sharpened into a public sport. Senior girls from prestigious Academies arrive perfectly styled, fully aware they are about to be priced. One bid buys one girl for the night. A dance. A dinner. A kiss, if she allows it. The proceeds go to the Rosewood Charity, which is a lovely way of pretending this is all harmless.
It never is.
By the time the final bid is called, alliances have shifted, reputations have cracked, and someone has been elevated far too high for their own good.
Welcome, welcome to the Opulens Rosewood Gala. Come dressed to impress. Leave prepared to pay for it.
For Elizabeth Taylor D'Orléans, the price is higher than anyone expected.