Once they swapped phone numbers, Katelyn exited the restroom. She noticed that Ashlyn’s number was registered in a country named Miexham.
Sophia was clever. If this Ashlyn woman truly was Sophia, she would certainly see through Katelyn’s real intention in offering to be her guide. Still, it was possible this was all part of a calculated move by Sophia. Keeping Ashlyn close felt akin to keeping a ticking time bomb nearby.
As Katelyn approached Vincent, the flattering crowd around them parted, allowing her through. Speaking in a lowered tone, she quickly relayed the restroom incident to Vincent.
Vincent knitted his brows in puzzlement and asked, “Are you sure?”
Katelyn nodded firmly, her lips tight. Just as she was about to elaborate, a disturbance broke out outside the door.
“I told you I’m here to find my sister. She’s currently inside the banquet hall, and she has my invitation with her. Why are you still blocking my entry?”
The quiet murmurs of the venue were pierced by a voice brimming with frustration, drawing the immediate focus of everyone around.
Katelyn’s attention snapped to the source; her eyebrows knitted in concern. Zoey? What brought her here?
At that moment, Zoey stood dressed in an elegant designer gown, her makeup flawless, casting the aura of a refined heiress. However, irritation tainted her otherwise perfect features. She gave a fierce look at the security guards obstructing her path.
“Do you have any idea who I am? How could you dare to stand in my way? You’re just guards, yet you presume to turn away a guest?”
One guard responded with irritation, “Please show some respect. Our rules are strict—no invitation means no entry.”
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Zoey bit her lip in irritation. Katelyn’s earlier caution had proven accurate. Television dramas and novels had shaped Zoey’s perception of the elite world. Why could heroines in those stories from humble beginnings easily find their way into high society and discover their true loves, while she remained stuck at the entrance?
Dressed as she was, Zoey felt every bit the part of those true heiresses.
“If your sister is indeed inside, why not call her to bring out your invitation?” suggested the guard.
Zoey’s face clouded with frustration. Katelyn had already turned her away once at home. That rejection was why she had lingered stubbornly at the door, hoping for a chance to slip in.
Vincent, observing quietly, turned his sharp gaze from the entrance to Katelyn.
“Looks like she’s the student you’re supporting.”
Katelyn nodded with certainty, though a trace of helplessness lingered in her voice. “That’s her.” She had made the event’s requirements clear to Zoey, who still chose to challenge them.
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