Before long, we finished trying on our outfits and headed to the banquet.
The event was at a well-known yet discreet private winery in Boston. A Rolls-Royce pulled up to the red carpet, and the bodyguards immediately stepped forward, pushing the crowd of reporters back.
I stepped out of the car, smiling.
In an instant, camera flashes lit up the area like it was broad daylight.
Aside from my beauty, the jewelry around my neck caught everyone's attention.
People whispered among themselves.
It was not that I was vain, but I knew they were all captivated by my beauty.
"Who is she? Could she be Mr. Hartling's rumored wife?"
"Are you kidding? She's so stunning and elegant—definitely someone who comes from an elite family."
"I heard there's an alliance between the Bermond family and the
