Chapter 1573:
Sandra marveled at how expertly he had accentuated her best features while masking her imperfections.
Though she deemed the look flawless, he continued refining subtle details.
“No. It looks great,” she assured him.
With the final touches complete, the makeup artist stepped back, waiting for his next task.
Sandra lingered, and soon, Brenna arrived.
Brenna was dressed in a simple, deep purple velvet gown with long sleeves. Her attire appeared understated at first glance, adorned only with a few scattered diamonds. Her hair was swept into an elegant updo, and she wore black pearl earrings paired with a matching necklace. Yet her effortless grace overshadowed Sandra’s more ornate appearance.
“You look stunning, Brenna,” Sandra remarked, noting the gown’s simplicity. Had she not observed its plainness, she might have suspected Brenna was deliberately stealing the spotlight.
Typically, such a deep purple shade could age its wearer, but Brenna wore it with captivating elegance.
Looking at Sandra, adorned in sparkling jewels and far more glamorous than usual, Brenna smiled. “You are the star of today, and you look beautiful. The ceremony is about to begin. Let’s go.”
In the banquet hall, guests sat at round tables, dressed in their finest, their attention fixed politely on the stage.
Sandra took the stage with Brenna, noticing that the rest of the Harper family wore subdued, dark attire, while her light blue gown made her the focal point.
The Harper family’s thoughtful gesture touched her deeply; despite any private hesitations, they were ensuring she shone in public.
Even Dalton, busy with his filming schedule, had come, alongside Ableson’s family and Tessa, who typically avoided such occasions. Giselle introduced Sandra to the assembled guests with heartfelt warmth, saying, “Meet my daughter, Sandra. After enduring countless challenges over the past twenty-seven years, she has finally returned to us. She is stunning, compassionate, and diligent. She is a remarkably talented fashion designer…”
A surge of happiness washed over Sandra as Giselle’s words sank in. The guests’ courteous and warm demeanor calmed her nerves, dispelling her fears of potential disruptions or unkind remarks. The awkward scene she had feared never materialized. Everything proceeded without a hitch.
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Following Giselle’s speech, Shepard stepped forward, presenting her with a sleek black card. “Sandra, this card is yours, loaded with one hundred million for your personal use. Just say the word if you need more.”
Sandra’s eyes widened as she accepted the card, a mark of elite privilege.
The lavishness of the gesture stunned her, leaving her to wonder if it was merely for show.
“Thank you, Dad!” she said, her voice quivering with excitement.
Even if the gesture was just for show, her heart swelled with joy.
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