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
The phone on the table buzzed. Without looking away from his screen, Alex picked it up, his voice cold and clipped. “Speak, Derek?” He commanded immediately he placed the phone closer to his ear. On the other end, Derek, his personal assistant, cleared his throat nervously. “Sir, I just received
The moment Rose stepped back into the Gray mansion, she could feel the shift in atmosphere. The heavy silence was unnatural, almost staged, like a trap waiting to be sprung. She didn’t have to search long to see why. On one of the sofas sat Beatrice, her arms crossed, her eyes sharp with suspicion
In her past life, she’d seen her grandmother only twice—once before her marriage to Henry, and again at her grandmother’s seventieth birthday party. The matriarch had always been a distant figure, yet her father trembled under her shadow. Rose watched William carefully; his uneasiness spoke louder t
" No, no, no, not at all. I don't have any issues with this place. It's also good enough for me but I just wanted to be sure you are pleased with it and not trying to be modest about your choice." Rose said while shaking his head constantly as he spoke. "Thank you, Rose. I am pleased by your court







