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Chapter 11

Penulis: Anne Lars
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-03-12 13:22:56

MASQUERADE PARTY

**Third Person POV**

After being meticulously styled by two staff of Feurene's elite glam team, she was finally ready to make her way to the Grand Hall of a luxurious hotel.

Snow wore a stunning black evening gown, adorned with intricate champagne-colored beadwork that shimmered under the light. Her face was partially hidden behind a delicate Venetian lace metal mask, its dark hue accentuating the mysterious allure of the event. Though her heart pounded with nerves, she took a deep breath, willing herself to stay composed. Tonight, she could not afford any missteps not with the influential guests in attendance, and certainly not with the prestigious Sylvestre family hosting this grand event.

As soon as she stepped out of the building, she was greeted by an elderly chauffeur, Mang Sed, who had been patiently waiting for her.

"Miss Snow, Sir Marcus sent me to escort you to the Sapphirean Grand Hotel," he informed her politely.

She hesitated for a brief moment, gla
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