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Yet, this realization brought Eliza a twisted sense of satisfaction. It would show everyone the clear distinction between her and Isabella’s current statuses.
The following morning, Isabella and her family arrived at the Hyde Grand Hotel. The atmosphere buzzed with elegance. Isabella was ushered into a private lounge, where a makeup artist awaited her with a kit that resembled a painter’s palette.
Everything felt overly ceremonial, as if this banquet was more than just a simple celebration. Perched on a plush chair, Isabella quietly observed the transformation in the mirror. The makeup artist worked with efficient strokes, and soon, Isabella’s reflection revealed a poised, radiant woman. Declining assistance from the staff, she slipped into her chosen dress.
When she emerged, the makeup artist couldn’t hide her awe. “Miss, you’re a vision! I’ve beautified many, but you—you’re exceptional.”
Isabella offered a modest smile before a rhythmic knock interrupted the serene moment.
“Come in,” she called.
The door creaked open to reveal a familiar face. “Andrew?”
Andrew paused at the threshold, his eyes lingering on her as if mesmerized by her appearance.
“Andrew?” Isabella repeated, her voice filled with surprise.
Regaining his composure, he smiled gently. “You look exceptionally beautiful today.”
Isabella grinned. “Really? You do have great taste.”
Andrew’s eyes sparkled, softened by her playful demeanor. “Everything ready?”
“Almost,” she said, just as the strap of her dress slipped slightly off her shoulder.
A minor commotion erupted as the staff rushed to fix the problem. The dress coordinator examined it with a frown. “The strap isn’t properly secured.”
“I can ask Dad to bring me a different dress,” Isabella suggested.
Before she could act, Andrew interjected, “I have a gown that might suit you. Would you like to try it?”
Surprised, Isabella nodded. Moments later, the gown arrived, and it captivated everyone in the room. A champagne-colored masterpiece, embedded with crystals, it shimmered in the light like a star-studded sky.
Isabella’s breath caught in her throat. It was the dress she had designed.
How did her creation end up here?
She turned to Andrew, her eyes full of questions.
Was he the one who had placed the order?
Andrew met her gaze, his eyes warm. “Do you like it?”
“I love it,” Isabella admitted, a sense of pride swelling in her chest.
“Then let’s see how it looks on you,” Andrew said, excusing himself as the attendants helped her into the dress.
The transformation was stunning. As she stood, the gown seemed to magnify her elegance, giving her a regal air that commanded the room. Gasps of admiration echoed softly around her.
The makeup artist clasped her hands together in awe. “You look absolutely stunning, miss. It’s as if this gown was made just for you.”
Isabella smiled inwardly. It was made for her—by her own hands. Wearing her own design felt surreal, especially considering the staggering cost behind it: a multi-million-dollar design fee and even more in production costs. But there she was, draped in her own creation, and it felt right.
Andrew’s voice interrupted her thoughts. “Are you ready?”
“All set,” she replied.
The door swung open to reveal Andrew, whose delight was unmistakable as his eyes rested on her.
“You look breathtaking,” he said, his voice thick with emotion.
Isabella laughed softly. “It truly is incredible. But where did you get this dress?”
“I bought it from a designer,” Andrew answered casually, avoiding the fact that the designer was none other than her alias, Sierra.
Isabella’s eyes sparkled with amusement.
Noticing her expression, Andrew asked, “What’s so amusing?”
“Nothing,” she replied.
As they prepared to leave, Elaine entered the room, her eyes lighting up as she saw her daughter. “Oh my, darling, you look absolutely beautiful—as expected of my daughter!”
Isabella chuckled, “I owe it all to your excellent genes, Mom.”
“You always know how to sweet-talk,” Elaine said fondly. Then her eyes fell on the dress. “Where did this gorgeous gown come from?”
“Andrew arranged for a designer to create it,” Isabella explained with a knowing smile.
Elaine marveled at the dress. “It’s fabulous! Andrew, you have to introduce me to this designer.”
Andrew hesitated before nodding with a smile.
Isabella observed the exchange, her amusement growing as she wondered how Andrew would manage to explain introducing her to herself.
As the banquet began, they made their way to the grand hall, which was filled with aristocrats and elites in their finest attire. The grandeur of the event reflected the stature of the Patton family.
In the midst of the gathered elite, Kristine stood out, dressed in a stunning white Chanel gown, its delicate crystal detailing elevating her already refined beauty. Her friends flocked around her, showering her with compliments.
“Kristine, that dress is exquisite! You look amazing.”
“I’m so envious! That gown must have cost a fortune. It looks even better in person.”
Kristine, basking in the attention, managed a composed smile. “Thank you.”
“Was it a gift from Mr. and Mrs. Patton?” someone asked, eyeing her with admiration. “It seems your position in the family remains secure, even with that woman back.”
Kristine stiffened but responded firmly, “Don’t say that. My sister is sensitive. Speak freely here, but be careful around her. If she overhears, she might make a scene in front of Mom and Dad.”
The group fell silent, shocked by the implications.
“So, it’s true?” one whispered. “The real Miss Patton is from the countryside?”
As the whispers swirled around the room, Kristine’s smug expression deepened. She was determined to keep Isabella in the shadows, no matter the cost.
Moreover, it seemed Isabella had a short temper!
“Since she came back from the countryside, I don’t think she holds a candle to you,” one of Kristine’s friends commented with a scowl. “She’s got no talent and a poor attitude. Kristine, you have a terrible sister. You’re talented in almost everything, and she knows nothing. The future of the Patton family still rests on your shoulders. How self-centered of her to vie for your parents’ affection.”
Most of Kristine’s friends shared the same opinion. They couldn’t imagine that a woman raised in the countryside could match Kristine’s refinement.
“Please, don’t say things like that. My sister is wonderful,” Kristine interjected, although her discomfort was clear.
“Kristine, is she giving you trouble?” one of her friends asked, looking concerned.
“Not at all,” Kristine replied quickly. “That’s absurd.”
Despite her denial, the rumor that Isabella was an unsophisticated “country girl” spread rapidly, casting her in a less-than-flattering light. Many believed that the future of the Patton family was still securely in Kristine’s hands. After all, the family had been fortunate to adopt her.
Kristine maintained her humble and polite demeanor, while inside, she was filled with pride. In her mind, there was no contest between her and Isabella. She believed that just a comparison of manners and upbringing was enough to make her the clear favorite in the family.
At last, the banquet commenced.
Glenn stepped onto the stage to deliver his speech, expressing his gratitude for everyone’s attendance before getting to the main point.
“Everyone, thank you for joining us at my daughter’s welcome banquet. After so many years, my daughter has finally returned. Now, let’s have my dear daughter Isabella come up and greet everyone!”
All eyes turned expectantly to the stage.
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