Chapter 195: A Jealous Wife

Amelia stood at the edge of the grand ballroom, her eyes sweeping over the opulent scene before her. The air was thick with laughter, clinking glasses, and the tinkling of fine china. It was a luxury party, one that only the creme de la creme of New York society could attend. She clutched Mark's arm tightly, feeling a mix of pride and unease as they mingled with the elite. Amelia exuded an air of understated elegance as she stood beside Mark, her slender frame draped in a flowing gown of midnight blue silk that shimmered in the soft glow of the chandeliers above. Her raven-black hair cascaded in loose waves down her back, adorned with a delicate tiara that sparkled with every movement. Her features were striking, with high cheekbones and piercing blue eyes that seemed to hold a hint of mystery. A subtle smile played upon her lips, revealing a quiet confidence that belied any nerves she may have felt in the presence of such esteemed company. As the night progressed,