Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase Novel

Chapter 1200 Chapter 1202: The guests were all scions of Wront's elite families-some chatting in hushed laughter, others waiting expectantly for Kiley's arrival. Just then, a ripple of murmurs swept through the entrance. Raegan stepped inside, draped in a deep emerald velvet gown that hugged her silhouette with quiet elegance. Beside her walked a young woman with gently curled black hair and a delicate sweep of silver eyeshadow at the outer corners of her eyes-an arresting blend of cool reserve and bold confidence. "I didn't expect you to carry yourself so well.

Are you really a model?" Anti glanced around curiously. "And how exactly did you get an invitation to a place like this?" Outwardly, she remained composed, but inwardly, she was awestruck. This event dwarfed every other gathering she had ever attended. The rare delicacies on the tables, the bottles of wine that probably cost more than her monthly rent-it all felt surreal. To her, the venue resembled less a private club and more a royal palace. Coming to Wront had definitely been the right choice. The circles she had moved in before now seemed embarrassingly provincial.

This was where true high society gathered. Everyone exuded effortless grace, dressed in custom-tailored couture she had only ever seen on television. "I am a model," Raegan replied with deliberate vagueness, "though I dabble in other things too. And I have my own connections." She smiled faintly. "But none of that matters right now. Let's just enjoy the evening." Meanwhile, Rosanna was deep in conversation with a group of elegant society ladies. "I had no idea your idol was Anti, Mrs. Nelson!" one exclaimed. "My husband owns her 'The Multitude' wine bottle set. He refuses to open any of them.

They sit untouched on the top shelf of our wine cabinet." "The one that sold for seventeen million? My husband tried to bid too, but missed out completely!" Discover more FindNovel﹒com "I heard Anti might actually show up tonight. My daughter's been begging for an autograph. But honestly? I want one even more than she does." "Her designs are so avant-garde-every single piece is a collector's dream..." Their voices reached Anti as she passed by with Raegan. A small, satisfied smile curved her lips. All traces of her earlier unease vanished.

She knew that tone all too well-reverent, awestruck, almost devotional. Anti understood perfectly. If she revealed her identity right now, she would instantly become the center of attention. She had tested that truth time and again in countless... ...settings. Besides, no one here could possibly prove she wasn't who she claimed to be. Still, she wanted to hear how these women praised the legend they believed was untouchable. Raegan watched with quiet amusement as Anti seamlessly slipped into Rosanna's circle.

Though she had long since drawn her own conclusions, she never tired of seeing them confirmed. . . .