📔 Tasha Monroe’s Journal

Entry: Friday, 9:43 PM
Location: The Royal York Hotel, Toronto

When I got the call, I was already in pajamas.
“Black-tie emergency,” said the agency.
“Client’s plus-one just ghosted him. You’d be saving his life.”

Not exactly how I pictured my Friday night.

But an hour later, I’m in a black silk gown, walking into the glittering chaos of the Maple Leaf Charity Gala, arm in arm with Elliot Cross — tech millionaire, heartbreak eyes, more nervous than me.

🥂 10:15 PM — The Encounter

“You clean up well,” he whispered, handing me a glass of champagne.

I smiled. “So do you. What’s the real emergency?”

He hesitated.
Then: “My ex is here. She brought my rival. I can’t look… alone.”

That’s when I understood.
This wasn’t about sex.
This was about status.
Reputation.
Revenge — in a tailored tux.

💃 11:07 PM — The Twist

As the night went on, we played our parts like pros.
I laughed at his jokes. He touched my lower back.
Photos were taken. Champagne flowed.

And then — she approached.
The ex.
Elegant. Ice-cold.

“She’s pretty,” she said, glancing at me.
“But temporary, I assume?”

Before Elliot could speak, I leaned in, kissed him lightly, and said:
“Temporary things tend to shine brighter, don’t they?”

She walked away, jaw tight.

🛏️ 12:42 AM — The Confession

Back in the suite, Elliot sat on the edge of the bed.
Silent.

I offered to leave.
He stopped me.

“You were perfect,” he said.
“Better than she ever was.”

He didn’t ask me to stay.
But he didn’t want to be alone either.

So we sat.
Two strangers who played a game — and both won something.

Who Is Tasha Monroe?

Elegant, adaptable, and emotionally intelligent, Tasha Monroe is more than just a beautiful companion — she’s the perfect date for high-stakes events where first impressions and subtle performances matter. Whether it’s a gala, a gallery, or just a glass of wine at midnight, Tasha delivers presence, grace, and unspoken understanding.