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    He took a step forward, his instincts urging him to approach her — but the intimidating crowd around her gave him pause.


    Maia entered with the effortless grace of someone born to dominate the room.


    Her attire was impably sharp, and her makeup, though subtle, was undeniably striking. The tailored navy zer and cream silk blouse fit her frame with precision. The ash-gray trousers, embroidered with intricate details, added to her imposing presence, speaking of quiet power and refined elegance.


    Fine embroidery and delicate tassels subtly enhanced the outfit, imbuing it with a sophisticated yetmanding grace.


    Maia’s presence cut through the room like a drawn sword — cold, sharp, and impossible to overlook.


    Without a single word, she sliced through the crowd’s chatter, her presence so maic that the air seemed to still.


    The venue plunged into stunned silence. Then, hushed whispers spread like wildfire.


    “Who is she? Is she the host today? I’ve never seen her before.”


    “Is she an A-list celebrity? She’s absolutely stunning!”


    From across the room, Rosanna’s eyes locked onto Maia, and a surge of jealousy red inside her. Maia’s aura radiated with full force,manding the room. Behind her, Pattie, draped in a beige coat, observed with quiet satisfaction.


    As the top designer, Eileen, and founder of MCN, Maia, in a custom, one-of-a-kind creation she had personally altered, was nothing short of mesmerizing. This was no ordinary outfit. Maia had transformed it after purchasing it, weaving her own design into every stitch, creating a truly unique masterpiece.


    Thepetition hadn’t kicked off yet, but the production team was already warming up the broadcast, the air thick with anticipation. When the camera panned across Maia, the online livestream erupted into chaos.


    “Oh my God! Where can I buy that outfit? It’s wless! I need it now!”


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    “Is that a custom piece? It looks a bit like MCN, but I can’t quite tell.”


    “Who is this woman? Her beauty and presence are out of this world!”


    In an instant, the live chat was flooded with an endless stream ofments.


    Chris, watching from the sidelines, was mesmerized too. “My wife… she’s absolutely stunning. I have impable taste,” he muttered, his voice full of pride.


    Within seconds, the live chat exploded with an avnche of love derations. Chris frowned at first, then rxed, a proud smile spreading across his face. He couldn’t help but feel triumphant.


    At the venue, Vince rose abruptly, his gaze fixed on Maia. She was so stunning, so unreal, that it almost felt like a dream.


    Rosanna noticed Vince’s reaction, and a cold knot of insecurity tightened in her chest. Was Maia here to steal the spotlight, to humiliate her? She couldn’t let that happen.


    “Maia? She really came? But she didn’t even sign up for thepetition,” Rosanna whispered, her words quiet but just loud enough for those around her to hear. “Is she Maia?”


    The surrounding contestants finally caught on to what was unfolding. Right then, Maia spotted Rosanna and casually made her way over. It wasn’t often that the whole Morgan family was seen together in public.


    Richard stayed quiet, his face carved into a deep frown.


    Without thinking, Jarrod balled his hands into fists and instinctively shifted to protect Rosanna.


    Sandra, too, wasn’t one to sit by and watch. She shot up from her seat and snapped, “Maia, you’ve got some nerve showing your face here!” Maia didn’t even spare her a nce.


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