The next day marked Emily Wright's birthday celebration.
At eight in the evening, the Imperial Hotel was abuzz.
Though the banquet had just begun, most guests had already arrived.
The lavishly decorated hall was filled with Truckwood's social elite. Under the sparkling crystal chandeliers, wine glasses clinked and silk gowns shimmered—a truly dazzling scene.
Emily wore a hand-embroidered, pale violet gown. The strapless design featured an inner slip ending just above the ankles, layered with cascading tiers of translucent tulle that flowed to the floor—ethereal and enchanting.
With a wine glass in hand, she glided through the crowd, greeting each guest with practiced grace.
Every word and movement was poised and refined, her etiquette flawless—a paragon of aristocratic elegance.
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