The Secret Gala is an annual affair with three simple rules: No names. No limits. No consequences. The invitations come without warning, leaving little time for the select few to find appropriate attire for the most exclusive event of the season. It had made my life hell for the past month, with all of the last-minute custom orders and alterations. The shop had been nearly overrun the day after the invitations were sent, and Madame was forced to shoo some of them away. It was only after the initial rush that she'd shown me her invitation. And begged me to take it. ♥ ♡ ♥ ♡ ♥ ♡ ♥ ♡ ♥ ♡ ♥ ♡ ♥ ♡ ♥ ♡ ♥ ♡ ♥ Thank you so much for your interest in my story! This is just a sample of a short story that is completed and available on Patreon! For details about how to access the rest, and why it's being posted elsewhere, please see the preface!