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She glanced to the side; Gladia followed Lia’s gaze with a frown. “What is it this time?” Gladia jeered. Light and airy footsteps echoed in the distance, as if whoever owned those feet were walking on air, and then golden light began to shine from Gladia’s chest. It was the pendant — the gold sparkling against Gladia’s white shirt. “What—what is this?!” Gladia’s hiss rose to a shriek, clawing at the pendant as though it had turned molten, burning her. Her fingers tore at the chain, but it refused to snap. The glow only intensified, crawling across her skin like fireflies turning into flames.

A Dangerous Celebration The grand hall shimmered with an ethereal glow, bathed in the warm glint of gold and silver decorations. The walls, painted with fine layers of glittering paint, reflected the glow of the chandeliers, making the entire room seem like it was draped in stars.

The front hem ends just above my knees, but the back flares out into a dramatic burgundy and golden net train that will glide behind me. My lips are painted the same dark and bold red shade as the dress. Lyra insisted. “Let them look, babe. Let them remember who runs this pack.” My eyeshadow is more subtle, mostly nude tones, softly blended, with a glimmer of gold dust in the corners of my eyes. Just enough to catch the firelight. Somehow, Lyra made me look like a damn queen without going overboard. I was hesitant about the golden body glitter she slathered over me like holy oil. But damn it… it works.

"Where did I even get the glitter from?" "Stole it from a pup," he chuckles. My face flushes crimson. Kira offers a sarcastic snort in the back of my mind. "Oh, you were a star, alright. A tipsy, glitter-obsessed star." “Stop it,” I groan, burying my face in my hands. “I’m so embarrassed.” Lior gently pulls my hands away, his gaze softening. “Hey. It was cute. Endearing, even. Some people loved seeing you so… carefree.”

THE FIRST GLANCE The ballroom glittered with the kind of decadence only old money could afford satin draped tables, crystal flutes brimming with golden champagne, and violins singing softly over the hum of elite conversation. Chandeliers loomed above like icy crowns, but nothing in the room sparkled quite like her.

That necklace was a trap, a setup so Nicole could steal everything that was supposed to be mine. That lying, manipulative jerk! My eyes burned, tears threatening, but I held them back. Ivor clicked his tongue and shook his head. "Don't cry. I've got a way to fix this mess."

They believe flowers bring luck, purity, and blessings to the union. Surprisingly, the flowers suited me. They made me look softer, more delicate, almost like a goddess from an old story. For a moment, I just stared at how different I looked, how unreal everything felt. My gown was pure white, covered with glitter that shimmered every time I moved even a little. The skirt was wide and heavy, dragging around me like a whole cloud they forced into shape. The glow of the glitter wasn’t plain eloquent either—it had shades of sky blue, soft gold, and a faint orange hue that blended so well I didn’t understand how they managed it.

‘You got this. The contestant before her hadn’t had a single bid. Remnants of her jewelry was strewn all over the floor. Trista eloquently explained her design. Two interlocking pendants that fit together perfectly. It was a strange material, with a soft blue glow. Some type of jade, she explained. I wondered where she got it. It looked really rare. But the piece was aptly named – it had the same soft glow as the moon.

Her mood sank to a new low. After returning to the house and sitting for a while, she asked Frederick for the receipt from the Gilded Tower and set out with Lulu to collect the jewelry Kyle had ordered for her. The Gilded Tower was quite large, with two connected storefronts and both a ground floor and an upper floor. The name of the store was simply "Gilded Tower." They sold not only gold jewelry, but also other types of precious gems and ornaments. The designs were decent, though they couldn't quite compare to those of the Golden Tower.

YOU CAN'T BUY ME.. The boutique glittered with soft golden lights, mirrors on every wall catching the sparkle of jeweled dresses and the sheen of expensive fabrics. The quiet hum of soft jazz filled the air, blending with the faint scent of vanilla candles burning in glass jars. It was late afternoon, a time when the high-end boutique wasn’t crowded, only a handful of women and two men browsing the racks. The staff moved briskly, their polite smiles perfectly rehearsed, as though every customer who walked in was royalty.