Ryanna gave her a sharp glance. “Lower your voice. We’re not alone here.”
While she warned her, Ryanna was already stepping out of the car. Annie’s face briefly showed signs of annoyance, but she quickly regained composure, flashing a polite smile as she followed Ryanna.
At Fiona’s venue.
The attendees that evening were not corporate tycoons or political figures, but a gathering of wealthy young ladies, each dressed as though they were on a fashion runway.
Every woman had an elegant figure and breathtaking beauty. With champagne in hand, they formed intimate circles, whispering among themselves.
“Have you heard? That renowned jewelry designer might show up tonight,” one of them said.
The woman in the pink dress lit up, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “Are you referring to Iris? I’ve admired her pieces. I absolutely love her work!”
“Same here,” another added eagerly. “I’m hoping to get her autograph tonight.”
As the conversation grew lively, a commotion suddenly erupted near the entrance.
The room’s attention shifted sharply toward the entrance.
Katelyn emerged, draped in a sleek black gown that exuded both simplicity and refined elegance. A delicate layer of black tulle at the hem lent her an aura of mystery, turning heads with its understated charm.
Her hair, swept into an elaborate updo, shimmered under the light, accentuated by a diamond-studded hairpin that radiated sophistication. The crowd couldn’t look away.
“Is that Katelyn? I didn’t think she’d be even more breathtaking in person than in the videos.”
The young woman in the pink dress eagerly added, “She’s a vision! No wonder she’s my idol. No one else could carry such beauty.”
Even among the most dazzling socialites, Katelyn stood apart—a singular presence that seemed almost unreal in its allure.
Fiona, well-acquainted with Katelyn’s ability to command attention, felt a pang of envy as she caught the whispers. With a sneer and a pout, she muttered under her breath, “So what if she’s slightly more striking? It’s not that impressive.”
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Despite all the admiration surrounding her, the position of exclusive royal jewelry designer had still fallen into Ashlyn’s hands. Katelyn’s illustrious reputation wasn’t without cracks.
A ripple of energy coursed through the room as the dynamic subtly shifted again. Trailing behind Katelyn, Ryanna and Annie stepped into view.
Fiona’s demeanor transformed instantly as she hurried toward them with a warm, ingratiating smile. “Princess Ryanna, Countess Annie, how lovely to see you both! Please, do come in.”
Dressed in a flowing gown of white and gold, Ryanna moved with regal elegance, Annie trailing close beside her. Their entrance was nothing short of captivating, their poised steps commanding the attention of every onlooker. In no time, a small crowd formed around them, eager to exchange pleasantries and catch their notice.
Katelyn remained motionless, her expression unreadable, as her eyes flickered briefly toward the duo. The crowd, however, buzzed with murmurs.
“Compared to Princess Ryanna, Katelyn’s utterly overshadowed.” Someone in the group let out a derisive laugh. “All the fame in the world can’t compete with genuine nobility.”
“Prestige always outweighs mere talent.”
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