LOGINThe following day was none other than the day of the banquet. Beatrice sat elegantly before her dressing mirror while an experienced stylist carefully adjusted the final details of her makeup and hairstyle. A satisfied smile rested comfortably on her lips as she admired her flawless reflection.
Rose folded her hands together on her lap before speaking. "If we arrive together, there'll be rumors. The banquet will be attended by politicians, business leaders, and influential families." She smiled apologetically. "I don't want everyone talking about us before we're ready." She paused briefly
Three days had passed since Sophia and Henry's engagement banquet. The excitement surrounding the event had gradually faded, and everyone's lives slowly returned to their usual routines, as though the dramatic incidents that had unfolded that evening had become nothing more than distant memories.
The nearby guests couldn't help smiling. "What a sensible young lady." "She's incredibly mature." "She speaks with remarkable grace." "Madam Donna truly raised her well." Instead of putting Rose in an awkward position, Sophia had somehow become the one making unnecessary remarks. Sophia heard
The banquet continued in high spirits. Elegant conversations flowed effortlessly from one group of guests to another while the orchestra filled the magnificent banquet hall with soft classical melodies that blended perfectly with the lively yet refined atmosphere. Although Sophia and Henry's engag
Grace immediately stopped. "Oh my goodness!" She turned around with a guilty expression, quickly looking Rose up and down. "I'm so sorry, dear. Did I hurt you? Are your feet alright?" Rose couldn't help smiling at the woman's anxious reaction. "I'm fine, Aunt." She lightly squeezed Grace's hand. "Y
Slowly, Donna turned to William — the eldest, the heir, the one who bore the heaviest burden. Her eyes were icy. “William.” He swallowed. “Yes, Mother.” “How,” she asked quietly, “have you been running the family company?” William’s heart dropped. Donna’s words were soft, but they struck like l
When they left the hotel, Evelyn insisted they not bother driving her home. She hailed a cab, gave Luthor and Rose one last polite nod, and disappeared into traffic. Inside the car, the familiar quiet settled again, the hum of the engine filling the space between them. Luthor drove for a while befo
Rose was already halfway to the staircase, eager to retreat to her room and put the day behind her, when a sharp voice called out from the living room. “Rose.” She paused mid-step. Only then did she notice William seated stiffly on one of the couches, his expression dark and anxious. He must h
The second Rose closed her bedroom door, she pressed her back against it and finally let her real emotions erupt. “WHY—” she grabbed her head, “—did I open my stupid mouth?!” She slid dramatically down the door until she was sitting on the floor, hands covering her face. “My mission was to sta







