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    But soon, even Raegan was surprised by how deeply Rosanna understood Anti’s work—and how animatedly the two of them talked.


    “Of course!” Rosanna eximed, eyes alight. “I always knew Anti would think that way. Otherwise, there wouldn’t be such intentional asymmetry in the design!”


    She turned eagerly to the young woman beside her. “You’re the first person I’ve ever met who truly grasps Anti’s creative philosophy. You must adore her too, don’t you?”


    “Absolutely,” Anti replied without missing a beat, her voice steady and sincere. “She’s my greatest inspiration. In my eyes, she’s simply the best in the world. You know what? You’re the first person I’ve ever met who could actually decode the concept behind that piece.”


    Rosanna beamed. The remark struck a chord deep within her. “You’re without a doubt the most insightful Anti fan I’ve ever encountered.”


    Hearing those words, Raegan’sst shred of doubt evaporated. For a fleeting moment, she even wanted to blurt out the truth—the girl standing before her was Anti.


    But just as that thought crossed her mind, a sudden hush fell over the entire hall. Every head turned toward the grand entrance.


    Servers lined up in perfect formation.


    At the far end of the crimson carpet, a solitary figure emerged—gown trailing like moonlight, jewels catching the glow of a thousand crystals.


    Kiley had arrived.


    The guests offered warm smiles as they approached Kiley, but she acknowledged them only with a slight nod.


    Beneath the folds of her custom indigo gown, the elegant line of her long legs flickered into view with every subtle movement. The dress hugged her figure wlessly, entuating a grace that seemed almost otherworldly.


    Her face, nearly perfect, was sculpted like a masterpiece—each feature precise, poised, and arresting. Every gesture she made embodied elegance itself.


    “Who’s that? She looks so refined…” Anti’s eyes sparkled. She had seen countless beauties, but few possessed that rare maism—the kind that held her gaze from the first nce. Aside from Raegan beside her, this woman was the only one who came close.


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    “She looks familiar,” Anti murmured, sifting through the notes she’d reviewed before the g. Then it hit her, a name surfacing like a ripple in still water: Kiley Cooper.


    Before Anti could voice the thought, Rosanna interjected. “Is this your first time in Wront? That’s Kiley Cooper—current CEO of the Cooper Group. The most powerful woman in the city… and tonight’s host.” She paused, excitement threading through her voice.


    Rosanna didn’t question why Anti hadn’t recognized Kiley. In her mind, someone so young at an event like this was likely just tagging along with family—here to observe.


    “I’ve heard of her,” Anti replied, “but I didn’t expect her to be even more striking in person. I almost didn’t recognize her.” She stepped toward Raegan and lowered her voice. “Do you know her well?”


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