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    After weeks of relentless effort, Elyse was brimming with confidence. Her skin was now wless, and with her carefully selected dress, she was certain she would steal the spotlight.


    Thinking about this, Elyse couldn’t help but touch her face, feeling its smoothness, a satisfied expression on her lips. She pleaded, “Samira, I’ve been staying in for a while and haven’t had the chance to see my friends. I’d love to go out and catch up with them. I promise to behave. Will you take me along?”


    Samira nodded without hesitation. “You’ve always been so considerate. I trust you won’t stir up any trouble. If anyone does, it’ll be Elena, that nuisance. Once we receive the invitation, you’reing with us!”


    Hearing exactly what she wanted, Elyse’s lips curled into a genuine smile. Her n was set in motion. Over the next few days, she would carefully manage her weight, ensuring she was at her absolute best when she finally saw Wesley.


    Gerald’s birthday g was one of the most prestigious gatherings in the. An invitation from the Spencer family was a rare privilege. Typically, each household received only a single invite, meant for the entire family.


    Surprisingly, the Harpers had received two.


    Louis examined the elegant invitations in his hands. “The Spencer staff must have been careless, sending us a duplicate.”


    Each invitation was impably designed—ck with gold-dusted edges, sealed with wax featuring the Spencer family crest. It radiated luxury, a blend of sophistication and tradition.


    Jolie suggested, “Open them. If it’s a mistake, we can return one.” Louis carefully broke the wax seal. The first invitation bore Alexander’s name along with his family’s.


    As Louis checked the second, his brow arched in curiosity. His gaze shifted toward Elena. Unfolding the card, he confirmed the name. It was addressed solely to her.


    Jolie frowned in confusion. “Why would they send Elena a separate invitation?”


    Louis handed it over. “Elena, this is yours.”


    Elena epted it, instantly understanding the reason. Wesley had kept his promise. She had mentioned it offhandedly, and he had followed through, ensuring she received a personal invitation.


    Jolie asked, “Elena, how do you know the Spencers?”


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    Elena kept her response vague. “I helped Mr. Spencer with something small, so he sent this as a thank-you.”


    “Are you and Wesley close?” Jolie’s expression turned serious, her concern evident.


    Elena remained unbothered, pausing briefly before responding, “Not really. Jeffry knows him better.”


    Jolie finally rxed. Jeffry and Wesley were well-acquainted, so it made sense that Elena had crossed paths with Wesley through their connection.


    Jolie had been worried that Elena might be involved with Wesley, but it seemed she had been overthinking it. The Spencer family’s affairs were far too intricate, and despite their immense fortune, Wesley wasn’t the right match for Elena. The Harpers had umted more than enough wealth to ensure Elena lived infort for the rest of her life.


    On the day Gerald turned eighty, the Harper family arrived in full splendor—everyone except the absent Ellis.


    Alexander sported a charcoal-hued ceremonial ensemble, radiating wisdom and gravitas, while Jolie donned a softvender gown that exuded refined intellect. Despite their advancing years, the couple appeared more harmonious than ever as they strolled arm in arm.


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