"Miss Vaughan, you and Mr. Fitzgeralde from such different worlds-aren''t you worried being Victor''s ''wife'' won''t be all it''s cracked up to be?"


    Isadora didn''t answer.


    Nte quickly reached out to block the swarm of microphones shoved in their faces.


    God, these reporters were insufferable. Always desperate for any juicy headline to boost their magazine sales. Here she stood, a famous actress, and they looked right through her as if she were invisible. Clearly, being the wife of Capitolion''s wealthiest man was the real prize-everyone envied her, everyone wanted a piece of her story.


    A team of security guards swept in, forcing back the gossip-hungry reporters and escorting Isadora and Nte safely into the banquet hall.


    Tonight, Isadora was supposed to attend the charity g on behalf of The Vaughan Group. But the moment the association saw her name on the guest list, they''d automatically arranged for her to sit front and center as "Mrs. Fitzgerald.”


    Nte worried that the reporters'' questions had gotten under Isadora''s skin. "Don''t pay attention to them, Isadora. You''d be doing yourself a favor if you never listened to another word they say."


    Isadora had braced herself for all this ever since Victor publicly announced their engagement. Choosing to be with him meant she''d have to face endless scrutiny and spection. These interviews were nothing new.


    "I''m fine, really. Don''t worry about me."


    Nte grinned. "Honestly, with everyone calling you ''Mrs. Fitzgerald'' left and right, I almost forgot yourst name was Vaughan."


    Isadora rubbed her forehead. "Don''t remind me. If I hear ''Mrs. Fitzgerald'' one more time tonight, my head might actually start spinning."


    "Oh? Well, if you''re that dizzy, maybe you shouldn''t marry him at all. Let Victor wait around and stew for a while. You have no idea-sometimes I think he doesn''t like me very much."


    Isadora stifled augh.


    Truthfully, she did sense that Victor was a bit possessive when it came to her. But considering she''de so close to death recently, she''d chalked it up to trauma and let him have his way.


    "Don''t be ridiculous. You''re imagining things."


    "Imagining? Please! You''re not even married yet and you''re already siding with him. Traitor."


    Isadora looped her arm through Nte''s and soothed her, "Come on, you know you''ll always be number one in my heart."


    Nte raised an eyebrow, waving her phone yfully. "Good. I just recorded that. If Victor ever res at me again, I''ll y this for him on repeat until he gets the message."


    Isadora sighed. She really wanted to delete that recording.


    Chatting andughing, the two made their way to the front row, guided by a staff member.


    Across the room, Andrina was mingling with a group of high-societydies, Olivia at her side, both of them all smiles andughter.


    Nte''s lips curled into a smirk. "Let''s see if they''re still smiling by the end of tonight."


    Andrina was the vice president of the charity association, and tonight''s g was practically her home turf She''d brought Olivia along to give her a chance to shine, hoping to catch the eye of Capitolion''s most eligible and powerful bachelors. With her husband gone, Andrina''s only hope of securing her ce in the Walsh family was to find Olivia a good marriage match.


    Meade treated her well for now, but he was getting old. If anything happened to


    him, Andrina and Olivia would be left with nothing.


    Just a few days ago, Andrina had visited the Fawcett family elders. While they


    hadn''t outright rejected Olivia, it was obvious they weren''t interested.


    So tonight''s charity g was crucial for both Andrina and her daughter.


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