A Borrowed Skirt

Billionaires, heirs, and socialites whipped their heads around, staring at every woman within twenty feet, trying to figure out which one was the phantom queen of Midtown.

Even Jude raised an eyebrow in surprise, scanning the VIP tables with his Insight... yet among all the older rich ladies and female CEOs, none of them had the kind of presence to pull off running a place like this.

"Alright, I won't keep you waiting any longer," Vanessa smiled, stepping back toward the red curtain and waving a hand toward the stage stairs.

"Ladies and gentlemen... please welcome the founder and sole owner of the Heavens Club to the stage!"

Three hundred people held their breath at the exact same time.

Every single eye in the ballroom locked onto the bottom of the stairs, waiting to see who would walk out.

All this drama just to introduce a club owner, Jude thought to himself, shaking his head.

Did she really need to keep it a secret for five years?