Chapter 35:
Bella had been proud of her own appearance, confident that her carefully curated outfit would turn heads, but the moment Yelena entered the room, all of that vanished. Yelena’s effortless elegance left Bella’s meticulously crafted appearance feeling insignificant. Why did she have to be so perfect?
At that moment, a few people nearby also took notice of Yelena. Though her face was new to them, there was something about her presence that couldn’t be ignored. Her aura was undeniable—distinctive and magnetic, drawing the gaze of those around her.
A few high-society women, drawn by Yelena’s undeniable presence, began to make their way toward them.
“Bella, you’re here!” Amanda Mitchell greeted her friend warmly.
“Amanda, I was just about to come find you,” Bella said, her tone shifting instantly to one of charm.
Curiosity sparked in Amanda’s eyes as her gaze shifted toward Yelena. “By the way, who is this?”
Bella gave a small smile. “Oh, this is my sister, Yelena, who just returned to the Harris family.”
Yelena felt the eyes of the room on her as Bella made the introduction, but she remained composed, her poise unwavering.
Bella awkwardly tried to explain, her voice laced with uncertainty. “My sister hasn’t really been to events like this before, so she might come off as a bit reserved. The place she stayed before wasn’t… well, it wasn’t quite up to this level.”
Her hesitant words didn’t go unnoticed. The others quickly pieced it together. Yelena was new money, someone who had never been exposed to this kind of high-society world before.
The realization instantly changed the tone of the conversation. The warmth and curiosity faded, replaced by a coolness in their demeanor.
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Amanda’s gaze hardened slightly, tinged with a subtle disdain. “No wonder she looks unfamiliar.”
Her initial interest in Yelena had been piqued by her striking appearance, but now Amanda saw her as someone who didn’t belong in their world.
After all, women like Amanda always compared themselves to others, constantly measuring their worth against the people around them—especially those who stood out.
As more people’s eyes turned to Yelena, a few of the other women grew uncomfortable. They hadn’t expected her to have such an unimpressive background, and the knowledge made them relax.
Madonna Prescott, one of the more established figures in the crowd, then took note of Yelena’s gown. Her eyes widened in surprise. “Wait a minute! How did you get that gown?” she asked, her voice filled with disbelief. “That’s the latest from Moda Style! I just saw it in a fashion magazine, and it’s not even available in stores yet. How are you already wearing it?”
These high-society ladies were all die-hard Moda Style aficionados. They were always in the loop, eagerly anticipating every new collection each season, and didn’t hesitate to drop hefty sums to get their hands on the latest designs. Owning a piece from Moda Style wasn’t just a wardrobe upgrade; it was a badge of honor.
But, of course, Moda Style wasn’t exactly wallet-friendly. It was a luxury brand, known for creating pieces in limited runs, which made owning one a perfect excuse to flaunt it.
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