Chapter 117
The fashion gala had finally arrived
Since Charlotte was attending, she left work early that afternoon to ready:
This was a major fashion event, so everyone was being extra careful about their appears
no one wanted to make a fool of themselves.]]
For such an important occasion, Charlotte was especially meticulous. After all, she now had another identity to consider.
Ronan had already delivered the gown in advance. When Charlotte saw it, she was completely satisfied–Ronan always knew exactly
appearance–n
tly what worked best for her.
She went to the styling studio for hair and makeup, then changed into her gown before heading directly to the gala venue
The fashion gala was being held at a luxury hotel in Manhattan. When Charlotte arrived, night had fallen, and brilliant lights illuminated the building like glittering palace.
A red carpet stretched from the hotel entrance all the way to the main ballroom.
Charlotte took a deep breath, adjusted her dress, and stepped gracefully out of the car
The gown Ronan had chosen was stunning champagne–colored one shoulder evening dress with clean lines and luxurious fabric. Delicate crystals adorned the waist like scattered stars against silk.]
Her makeup was sophisticated but understated, her hair loosely curled and cascading over one shoulder. The overall effect was quietly elegant ||
As Charlotte entered, she noticed guests mingling in small groups, chatting quietly. The air was filled with the subde scent of expensive perfume and champagne.[] This truly was a fashion gala–glamorous and buzzing with energy
Charlotte spotted some familiar colleagues and was about to join them when a sharp voice cut through the chatter
“Charlotte? What the hell are you doing here? Do you even know what kind of event this is?
Charlotte turned to see Joanne standing there with her usual bratty, entitled acade
Not that it was surprising to see her here–Joanne was Manhattan socialite royalty, after all
Charlotte looked at her with mild amusement This is a fashion gala. I’m wondering whose little bitch got off her leash and is yapping in here.
“Excuse me? Who are you calling a bitch? Joanne snapped, immediately catching the insult
“Whoever just barked back at one, obviously. Charlotte replied smoothly.
Size wasn’t the same pushover who used to let the Hale women steamroll her. Back then, she’d put up with their crap because they were Jasper’s family, but they’d just gotten worse, thinking she was some kind of doormat
Now they were still acting like they owned the world–It was pathette.]
Where the hell did all this superiority come from anyway?
Charlotte couldn’t be bothered with their drama
But Joanne’s attention quickly shifted in Charlotte’s dress. Her eyes narrowed–if she wasn’t mistake, that dress was a Tubaci custom plece.]
How the fuck could Charlotte afford that?
Tubari was every socialite’s holy grail–the absolute pinnacle of highly end fashion. Each piece was one–of–a–kind, insanely expensive, and required months or even years in a waiting list.||
Joutine was obsessed with Tubart and had tried countless does to score a commission, but had never succeeded. She wasn’t alone–other Manhattan heiresses would practically kill for a Tuhari origin
Owning one was serious status symbol territory.[]
Joanne couldn’t wrap her head around Charlotte wearing a Tullad custom
town ||
“That dress……. is it actually Tulla?” Joanne couldn’t help saking, her voler dripping with skepticism and jealousy
Charlotte glanced down at her gown with a casual sndle. “Yeah, it is. Why, you jealous?
