CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND ONE – AN OLD ENEMY

The grand ballroom at the Metropolitan Hotel sparkled with elegance. Chandeliers cast a warm glow over the impeccably dressed guests mingling and sipping champagne. Kayla smoothed her emerald green evening gown, taking a deep breath before entering the charity gala on Lance's arm. "Ready for this?" Lance murmured, his eyes twinkling with admiration as he looked at her. Kayla managed a smile. "As I'll ever be. Just another high society event to conquer." They made their way through the crowd, exchanging greetings and pleasantries with various acquaintances and business associates. Kayla felt at ease playing the role of supportive partner, her anxieties fading as she settled into the familiar routine. That is, until a familiar face caught her eye from across the room. A woman with chin-length auburn hair and striking features locked eyes with Kayla. Recognition flickered in those olive green eyes. "Kayla Danvers? Is that really you?" The woman's voice carried a hint of surprise as