Chapter 3: The original Missus Vistagra is back!

Three years later… 

“Ready?” The man beside Lissie inquired the moment the car ceased in front of a huge red carpet. 

Lissie took a deep breath, holding her chest before smiling. “Ready.” She replied with a laced smile. 

Northfolk City was holding an international exposition solely for fashion designers. It is an opulent event, holding top wedding gown designs, featuring selective fashion designers all over the world. 

Lissie Jones— or known as Bellissima Victoryn stepped out onto the red carpet. Countless flash came across her face. She stole the spotlight, wearing her confidence whilst her hand was on the man's arm. 

Countless photographers had her. She was wearing a gold mermaid tail style gown, along with her bullet earrings that cost million dollars she had bought from a well-known jewelry shop. 

Bellissima Victoryn became a global sensation when a couple of her designs became hot in the market. She was entitled as the “Designer of the Year”, and won an award. However, never did Lissie have an appearance. Instead, her secretary was always her proxy. 

Lissie built a career name for herself but her identity remained a mystery. As for someone who's protecting a very important thing to her, Lissie would rather stay in the shadows rather than in the spotlight. 

Lissie glistened in limelights, exuding grace and sparkling under the night sky. “Go and slay when you come up on stage. It's your turn.” Louis Brown whispered whilst holding her waist. 

“Thanks…” She affirmed lowly. 

Bathed in upright lights, Lissie stood in the middle with grace and class. She was currently wearing her own design entitled, “Bask”, the subsequent design that became a hit and added a gas to the burning fire, making her name loud across the world. 

It was her first public appearance in three years, and her real identity as Bellissima Victoryn has been unveiled. Each person in the hall had their eyes up on Lissie, hailing her name after the success it brought to the fashion industry. 

Adorned with her radiant skin, clear eyes, and dazzling eyes, one person from the crowd stood up. He couldn't believe who the person before him was. It seems like the dead just came back to life! 

Entangled with the spectacle of a woman on stage, unforeseen whispers flew around as the recognition bloomed. 

“She looks like the fallen wife of Mr. Colton Vistagra! Mrs. Lissie Jones— could it be here?” 

“I agree. She looks like her but… that can't be! She died at 31st Fort Liberty Bridge!” 

Recollection of a woman who had a horrific accident at the bridge resurface. Stories of Colton Vistagra's pregnant wife allegedly spread among people inside the hall. Who wouldn't talk anyway? The body has never been found as if her body had been taken away by aliens at that time. 

“There's no way Mrs. Vistagra would've survived. She's pregnant the time she drowned, it can't be her, sis!” 

The doors swung open. A figure of a man in a triple piece suit walks in— it's no other than Colton Vistagra. His entrance made people inside go silent. No other people interrupted him, his gaze fixated on the woman on stage. What he saw in front made him stagnant. 

He was just on the second floor of the hall earlier, watching. But after Bellissima Victoryn’s name was called, he walked down there to confirm if it's really her. 

A flurry of mixed emotions inclined the two. Lissie's eyes directly went to the woman who was carefully holding Colton's arms— no other than the leech who will do everything just to have what she wants, Andy Moore. 

Her eyebrows furrowed, surprised to see Andy and Colton together. She thought the two already split up, yet their relationship remained strong. ‘True love’ what many would think, but the man Andy is with was once abandoned a family for a leech. 

Lissie retracted her gazes, ended Colton's reg stares with her aloof, nonchalant look. She did not care about his appearance, she wasn't even bothered by his grand entrance. “Greatest thanks to all the people out there who are supporting my fashion and clothing line Bella & Co. I assure you that more quality designs and services are to come!” The woman asserted with a sweet smile, making the crowd cheer for her. 

Louis Brown awaits Bellissima Victoryn offstage. A huge smile on his face, crossing his arms whilst holding back himself not to draw any attention between the two. However, there are some staff members looking at them and are still gossiping about Bellissima’s public appearance. 

“I am fully impressed, Bellissima. Congrats on your success!” Louis affirmed warmly before granting Lissie a huge hug. 

“Glad to see you're here to witness, Louis. You know the rest don't you?” She retorted. Their shared smile had photographers going wild, capturing every moment with the intention of publishing it on the internet with a catchy trap tagline. 

On the other hand, Colton remained stunned, clouded by his thoughts. ‘Lissie is alive. She's back.’ 

Hearsay didn't vanish. Colton was flocked with people murmuring around him. “Ain't no way Mrs. Vistagra is back! I can't believe she's the famous and genius designer behind the successful designer and clothing brand named Bellissima!” 

“Ah, but come to think of it. This exhibition is arranged solely for Miss Andy Moore, Mr. Vistagra's fiance!” 

Regardless, Lissie won everyone's attention. Bella & Co. had the hottest designs and clothing line in the world. The hit masterpieces “Bask”, and “Redeem” were crafted by Lissie from scratch. Her unwavering skills and victory captured the crowd. Indeed, she's a great fashion designer and a business woman. 

“Miss Moore might have flown off the candle! Haven't you seen her reaction?” 

“Is ex-Mrs. Vistagra would throw her away off the Vistagra manor? I'm curious as hell!” 

Lissie and Louis ignored the hearsays. They were showered with opulence, class and bummering confidence. 

Caught in a daze of a whirling emotion, Colton Vistagra found himself hollow-cheeked by Lissie's appearance only to be adjourned by his secretary— Homer Saltouen. “Tell me it's not her, Homer.” 

Homer turned at him. “Don't feign ignorance and turn a blind eye. It's definitely Mrs. Vistagra, Sir.” 

His eyes throwback melee of feelings. For the second time around, Colton caught himself dazed in Lissie and Louis having a deep conversation.