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    Ste returned his smile with a warm nod. “Thank you, I will.”


    Anson’s gaze lingered on the shimmering ne at her throat and the elegant earrings that matched. His eyes brightened with genuine interest. “Your jewelry really stands out tonight, Ms. Gilbert. I’ve never seen a set quite like it.”


    Hisment caught the attention of several young women nearby, who quickly turned to get a better look at Ste.


    “Wow, her ne is stunning. That’s a sapphire, isn’t it?”


    “I don’t recognize the design—must be a custom piece.”


    A flurry of conversation rippled among the women, their voices lively as they shifted from talk of jewelry to makeup.


    Just then, Marlowe glided down from the second floor, her arm slipping naturally around Anson’s. Catching snippets of the lively chatter, she nced Ste’s way.


    Anson gestured toward Marlowe. “Marlowe, let me introduce Sylvia Gilbert, Neb’s new CEO—and a friend of William’s.”


    Marlowe’s expression brightened as she extended her hand. “Ms. Gilbert, wee. I’m so d you could make it to my birthday party.”


    Ste smiled, producing the carefully wrapped box she’d brought. “Ms. Cortez, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you. Happy birthday. I hope this suits your taste.”


    As Marlowe epted the gift, several curious guests nced over, drawn by Ste’s presence beside William. The gift box itself—elegant in design but refreshingly understated—immediately set her apart from the crowd of more ostentatious offerings.


    Marlowe undid the ribbon, her eyes widening with delight when she discovered the brooch nestled inside—a butterfly with brilliant blue diamond eyes and an artfully wrought silver body.


    “Ms. Gilbert, this is absolutely beautiful. I love it—thank you!” Marlowe eximed, her face lighting up.


    The blue diamonds alone were worth a fortune, but the brooch’s craftsmanship made it truly irreceable—an heirloom in the making.


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    All around them, the young women exchanged nces, some brimming with admiration, others struggling to mask their envy.


    Finally, one bold guest stepped forward, her voice tinged with curiosity. “Ms. Gilbert, could I ask what brand your ne is? And the brooch you just gifted Ms. Cortez?”


    Ste caught the curious glint in the woman’s eyes—the precise reaction she’d hoped for.


    Smiling softly, she said, “It’s a newunch from Yusip Twasto. It just came out. If you’re interested, you can take a look on their official site.”


    The woman gave a grateful nod. “Thanks for the tip. That brooch looks stunning on Miss Cortez. The designer clearly has taste. I’ll make sure to check it outter.”


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