Filed To Story: Returning to Her Not-So-Poor Family
Yolanda stepped out of the car gracefully, donned in a gauze dress and a pleasant smile, waving at the press.
“Who’s that? Looks pretty swagger.”
“She’s decked out in QY from head to toe. That getup must’ve cost at least 300 grand, right?”
“She’s even riding in that limited edition Maybach; she must come from a loaded family.”
“That’s Yolanda, the daughter of Demetrius, the richest guy in Tranquil City and this year’s runner–up.”
“Oh, that’s her? She’s not bad–looking, except her face is a bit puffy.”
Yolanda stiffened a bit hearing this. Her face was still swollen–from getting punched by Kelly a few days ago, but she tried her best to put on a brave face. Demetrius also got out of the car, bending slightly to help Olga out.
Olga had on a priceless diamond necklace, looking absolutely stunning.
The press scrambled to get their shots. Their getups alone were enough to get tongues wagging!
Netizens also started buzzing about this.
Meanwhile, Mirabella was in her swanky car, dealing with some private stuff on her phone. Her identity was still under wraps, as being seen with Kenneth and Louisa would draw the press’s attention. Once her real identity was blown, her life was going be a whole lot different.
Living life under a microscope wasn’t exactly a walk in the park for someone like her.
Take her enemies in the triangular zone, for instance. Once they found out she’s the tycoon’s daughter and lived in Summerfield, they’ll be a constant pain in the neck.
She didn’t really give a toss, but she didn’t want her family caught in the crossfire.
“Bella.” Louisa was a bit heartbroken because Mirabella’s identity had still not been publicly acknowledged, which made Louisa feel terribly sorry for her.
“It’s okay.” Mirabella consoled her. She knew it was always best to keep a low profile and remain cautious. She understood the saying, “The taller the tree, the stronger the wind.”
Yolanda was still waving and posing, while Demetrius and Olga were hand in hand, basking in their daughter’s limelight.
But before they had their fill of photos, the reporters suddenly scattered to chase after someone else!
They looked towards the source of the commotion and saw a luxurious motorhome parked in front of the theater. The driver, dressed in a high–end uniform, got out of the vehicle and respectfully opened the door for Serena
Serena stepped out of the motorhome, her every move radiating elegance.
She was the darling of a wealthy family. Compared to her, Yolanda was clearly out of her league!
Yolanda thought that by wearing a dress worth hundreds of thousands of dollars today, she could win everyone’s admiration, but she was too naive.
Serena’s gown, hairstyle, and jewelry complemented each other perfectly, and her demeanor was even more superior. Even her driver looked more sophisticated than the Melton family’s driver!
The Melton family’s driver looked like a thief who stole the emperor’s clothes and tried to pass off as the emperor, totally unsuitable for the occasion. Reporters flocked around Serena, then Kenneth and Louisa got out of the car. Their affectionate interactions drew a lot of attention.
Yolanda knew that her family had been outshone. She forced a smile and awkwardly said, “Mom, Dad, shall we go in first?”
Demetrius was aware of the gap between him and Kenneth. If he tried to reach out now, he might be snubbed.
He didn’t want to lose face, so he, Olga, and Yolanda went inside first, planning to approach Kenneth later when the opportunity presented itself.
After all, Kenneth was the richest man in the country. There were so many people trying to get close to him. If he didn’t seize this opportunity, when would he? Serena was relishing the attention from the cameras. She could imagine how Mirabella, trailing behind the crowd, must be feeling!
With an even brighter smile, she lifted her head and presented her most beautiful side to the cameras.
Meanwhile, Mirabella was leisurely trailing behind the crowd, phone in hand, reading a new message.
[Helio, you didn’t come to the awards ceremony this year, and neither did Leonard. We’re all waiting for you, but without you guys, the ceremony feels so boring.
don’t even want to go out.]
Mirabella replied while holding her phone, “Oh, I just arrived at the venue.”
The other person responded in surprise: [You’re at the venue? That’s great! I’ll be there soon. Where are you? I’ll have someone pick you up.]
“No need; I’m already inside.”
[That’s fantastic; the young ones will be thrilled to have you there today!]
Mirabella realized they had misunderstood her intention and calmly replied, “I’m just here as an audience member.”
They thought Mirabella was there as an audience member to observe the performance of this year’s winners and the arrangement of the awards ceremony.
“I’ve heard that this year’s winners are all very talented, but I haven’t heard their music yet, so I can’t judge their skills.”
“Mirabella, if Leonard knew you were here, he would regret it so much.”
“He’s always wanted to meet you. He mentioned you a few days ago. If he knew you were coming, he would definitely have been the guest of honor at this awards ceremony.”
At this moment, a pretty sharp reporter noticed Mirabella.
She was at the back of the crowd, a face of innocent beauty with features so lovely they stood out, a mix of gentle grace and cool allure that made her inexplicably stunning.
He couldn’t help but aim his camera at her, sneakily snapping a few photos.
Yolanda was sitting in the sixth row of the audience, sneakily checking her phone. It was half past nine in the morning, and Zachary still hadn’t shown up, nor had he messaged her.
Instead, it was Demetrius who spotted a familiar old friend and went up to shake hands, all aglow, saying, “Leo Bright, what brings you here?”
“Demetrius, your daughter came in second; congrats.” Leo Bright said with a grin, holding Demetrius’s hand, “My daughter only came fifth.”
“Oh, come on, it’s not about the ranking; it’s about participating, and Yoli just got lucky, that’s all.” Demetrius responded with polite chit–chat.
“Forget about my good–for–nothing kid; she’s had twelve years of piano, and she only gets fifth place. Not like your Yoli, such a prodigy, easily bagging second place.”
Olga whispered to Yolanda beside her, “Where’s Zachary? Why hasn’t he shown up yet?”
Yolanda had called Zachary last night, but he said he would see if he had time today.
In the morning, Yolanda messaged him again; he said he was a bit busy and would see her later, and it was unclear whether he would come at all.
“It’s all his mother’s fault! She must be meddling in the background; Zachary was a good boy, so dedicated to you.” Olga got irritated just thinking about it: “Wait until you’re famous; that’ll make her regret!”
“Mom, don’t worry, I believe Zachary will come.”
“Send him another message; the award ceremony is about to start soon! He needs to see your shining moment!”
“Okay.” Yolanda, a little embarrassed, sent Zachary a picture of the scene.
[Zachary, I saved you a seat; if you’re busy and can’t make it, it’s okay.]
She even sent a kissing emoji.
On the other side, Zachary had already reached the theater entrance but hadn’t gotten out of the car. He received Yolanda’s message but didn’t reply right away; his gaze was fixed forward, lost in thought.
“Has Zachary not replied yet?”
“Send him a few more messages; don’t be so brief. Be more enthusiastic; ask him if he’s busy first, then talk about the ceremony! Or send a few more affectionate emojis and say some sweet nothings to coax him over. Boys love it when girls act cute.”
“Ten minutes have passed and he hasn’t replied yet? Is your phone on silent? Is the signal here bad? Check your phone again. Why don’t you go outside and call him?”
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