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    The wordsnded with precision. The women stiffened, color draining from their faces before they fell into silence.


    In the elite circles of Wront, everyone had skeletons tucked away in gilded closets, and no one in their right mind would risk jeopardizing profit.


    Rosanna lifted the hem of her gown with unhurried grace and moved forward as if none of it had touched her.


    Camera shes erupted, and reporters who had witnessed every second of the exchange wasted no time uploading the footage online.


    Within minutes, headlines stormed the trending charts.


    “Hurst Appears at Wront Charity G.”


    “Maia’s Custom Dress Stuns the Crowd.”


    “Rosanna and Hurst Brush Past on the Red Carpet.”


    “Award-Winning Actor Ss Court Initiates a Conversation with Maia.”


    “Charity G Rivals Fashion Week.”


    Thement sections exploded with excitement.


    “I can’t believe it. Ss actually spoke to Maia. She’s breathtaking. I wish I knew what they talked about.”


    “Not only did Maia show up, but she did so with incredible style. That gown was dazzling. She outshone every other celebrity there.”


    “Hurst looked restless, scanning the crowd. Who honestly believes it wasn’t because of Maia?”


    “Rosanna is present as well. I only hope she has learned her lesson and doesn’t end up in another scandal with Maia.”


    The discussion went on and on, the buzz growing louder as more celebrities appeared on the live stream.


    The Queen of Pop herself, Brielle, made her entrance, silver-gray silk shimmering beneath the lights. She moved with cool elegance, drawing every shbulb toward her as apuse swelled like a rising tide.


    Soon after came Alice Byrd, the renowned Otruitho fashion designer. With a candid smile, she spoke directly into the cameras. “I’m here for Maia.”


    Then Aurielle Margaret arrived, the president of the International Jewelry Design Association.


    Her dignified presence nearly caused an uproar at the registration area, onlookers whispering in awe.


    “Good heavens. They managed to invite Aurielle Margaret? That’s almost impossible. Brands beg for years just to catch her attention.”


    The astonishment deepened further when a girl with twin ponytails appeared.


    Dressed in a delicate pink gown, she signed the backdrop with a single word: Anti. Gasps rippled through the crowd like wildfire.


    “Anti? The founder of Annie Crystal, the prodigy designer?”


    “She came in person?”


    “But she looks far too young.”


    “That’s impossible. Anti can’t be that young. It has to be someone with the same name.”


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