Night fell over the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York.

Luxury cars lined up in a long queue, stopping one by one at the entrance of the largest art museum in the Americas.

Elegantly dressed men and women stepped out of the cars, hand in hand, their heels clicking on the red carpet that stretched from the street into the museum. Photographers gathered on either side of the steps, their cameras flashing incessantly, lighting up the scene as if it were daylight.

Vianna and Chad exited their car in turn. She wore a midnight blue silk gown and her diamond pendant, radiating opulence from head to toe. Chad, in a black tailcoat, completed his look with a Patek Philippe watch and cufflinks.

Vianna slowed her steps gracefully, staying close to Chad. As flashes erupted like a storm, she turned her gaze skillfully toward the photographers and murmured, “Darling, thank you for the necklace. I love it.”

As Vogue’s photographer focused on the stunning couple, Chad’s champagne-laced chuckle brushed against her ear.

“There’ll be better things to come. I particularly enjoy the way you bite your lip in surprise when you put them on.”

As the two entered the museum, Amelia was ushered in through the back entrance by a staff member.

She wore an identical midnight blue silk gown, but hers was paired with a ruby pendant. With every step, her ruby earrings swayed gently, exuding an aura of elegance and refinement. Compared to Vianna, Amelia’s presence was more like the grace of a time-honored aristocrat versus the ostentation of new money.

A middle-aged woman noticed Amelia’s attire and hesitated before approaching her with a forced smile. “Miss Ainsworth, I’m Mara Claire. We spoke on the phone. Thank you so much for attending tonight’s dinner party.”

Amelia responded with a soft smile. “It’s an honor to contribute to women’s rights.”

Mara hesitated, then said with some difficulty, “But… as a representative of full-time housewives, you look… I worry it might dampen the enthusiasm of the wealthy donors. We need their money to fund vocational training for women in need.”

Amelia’s smile remained calm. “I will address that in my speech. Please trust me. And I assure you, you won’t have to worry about funding anymore.”

Mara, mindful of the mayor’s influence, could only nod reluctantly. “Very well.”

“Miss Claire,” an assistant hurried over, whispering something urgently into her ear.

Mara excused herself apologetically. “Please forgive me. I’m needed elsewhere.”

Amelia nodded. “Don’t let me keep you.”

As Amelia wandered the museum, she remembered her late mother’s wish. She had donated many treasures from her childhood to the Metropolitan Museum, and tonight, she decided to revisit them.

She stopped in front of her favorite painting of a starry night and realized just how small New York truly was—

Chad and Vianna were standing in front of the same painting, deep in conversation. To make matters worse, she and Vianna were wearing the same dress.

The two turned and noticed her. Chad’s gaze darted between her and Vianna, his brow furrowing. “What are you doing here?”

Amelia didn’t respond, blatantly ignoring his presence. Chad’s dark eyes flashed with anger.

Vianna’s expression froze the moment she saw Amelia. The two of them in identical gowns stood like mirrored reflections. Vianna’s face darkened, furious at having dressed the same as a woman she looked down upon. For women, this was nothing short of a mortal insult.

“This is unbelievable!” Vianna stormed forward, her Dior perfume trailing behind her as she hissed, “Did you sneak in? Or climb through a sewer? This event isn’t open to commoners tonight.”

Amelia didn’t so much as bat an eyelash. “Control your screeching, Vianna. Every time you scream, the fillers in your forehead shift a millimeter.”

Vianna’s face twisted with rage. “There’s no way the city would send an invitation to someone like you. You must’ve snuck in. Are you here to find some rich guy so that you can climb back into high society? Or are you broke and looking to steal something?”

Her gaze fell on Amelia’s dress, her anger spiraling out of control. “You have two choices: leave now, or I’ll call security and have you dragged out in front of everyone and sent to the police, you thief!”

Chad placed a hand on Vianna’s shoulder, motioning for her to calm down. He frowned at Amelia and said, “Amelia, stop making a scene. You’re only embarrassing everyone here.”

Amelia didn’t move, her smile unwavering. “I’m not the one embarrassing myself. That honor belongs to the cheater.”

“You are just insane!” Vianna lost all composure, her voice shrieking. “Security!”

Vianna’s malicious gaze bore into Amelia as she shouted, drawing the attention of many onlookers. Seeing the two women in matching dresses, the crowd began to murmur with amused smiles.

A group of security guards in black suits, wearing earpieces, approached the commotion.

Vianna pointed at Amelia and berated them. “I’m Vianna Miller. Your security here is a joke. How did this woman get in? I suspect she’s trying to steal something!”

The lead guard recognized Vianna and immediately adopted a respectful demeanor. He turned to Amelia and asked, “Ma’am, may I see your invitation?”

Chad wanted to intervene, knowing it would be humiliating for him if others discovered he and Amelia were divorced. But before he could say anything, a commanding and furious voice rang out.

“How dare you treat my guest this way?”

Everyone turned toward the source of the voice.

It was the mayor Richard Grayson, striding forward with a group of people.

Chad and Vianna’s eyes widened in shock. Their faces turned pale as a horrifying realization dawned on them.

“That night… it really was her?!”