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    Lanny was attractive in his own way. Though older than Jordy—perhaps in histe thirties—he carried an air of elegance that was hard to ignore. Sandra shook his hand lightly and, in that instant, realized that Brenna had indeed brought her over with the sincere intention of introducing her to friends and helping her integrate into high society. But it was a pity that her rtionship with Tina and Vivian had already soured.


    Brenna was genuine in her effort to help Sandra fit in. She introduced her to several people from Shirie’s upper circles—Lainey Barker, daughter of Conroy; Renata Briggs, Jordy’s cousin; and Corinne Wagner, Denis’s cousin. Each greeted Sandra with a quick handshake and a brief “Nice to meet you.” Nothing followed. No one offered contact details.


    The conversation soon shifted to gossip about other affluent people. Names Sandra had never heard filled the air, and every word reminded her how much of an outsider she was. Atst, she made an excuse to slip away and tried to make friends on her own. With a ss of wine in hand, she moved through the crowd, smiling at everyone she passed. Yet most only gave her cool nces or ignored herpletely.


    Frustration pressed down on Sandra’s chest.


    “Miss Harper.”


    A voice came from nearby. Sandra looked up. A young man in a silver-gray suit stood before her, wine ss in hand, his smile warm. His hair was cropped short, his face handsome. His eyes never left hers.


    Sandra’s training as a fashion designer told her the truth instantly—his suit was no ordinary piece. It was custom work, easily worth about four hundred thousand dors.


    “Do you know me?” she asked, keeping her tone confident even as her heart raced with excitement at finally drawing the attention of a wealthy man.


    “I’ve had my eye on you for a while. Miss Harper, you look absolutely radiant tonight. That gown suits you perfectly.”


    When Brenna’s gaze wandered in Sandra’s direction, she spotted none other than Shirie’s infamous yboy, Andres Stewart. He was deep in conversation with Sandra, who appeared delighted by his attention.


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    Lilith turned her head as well. “That’s Andres, right? Didn’t he just break up with a celebrityst week? The news wouldn’t stop talking about it.”


    Brenna intended to observe a moment longer, her gaze fixed on Sandra. She believed that Sandra, sharp as she was, would not fail to see the true nature of Andres’ character. Surely, Sandra wasn’t so easily dazzled by fleeting charm, even if she hadn’t yet seen through Andres’ facade.


    She harbored doubts about Andres’ intentions, sensing a hidden agenda beneath his polished demeanor. Yet she hesitated to intervene so soon; after all, he had just started talking to Sandra.


    Nearby, Lilith shared Brenna’s thoughts. Amid the bustling crowd, she couldn’t voice her concerns to Brenna, so she simply watched Sandra, thinking about when she had first met Ernst. Unlike Andres, Ernst had been forthright, his words unadorned by ttery. Their union, orchestrated by their families with marriage in mind, stood in stark contrast to Andres’ reputation for fleeting dalliances, devoid of any promise ofmitment.


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