Ex Cried as I Wed a Tycoon

Chapter 121

The Fashion Gala arrived right on schedule.

Effie was on the guest list as well, so she spent the afternoon getting ready-no one wanted to show up looking anything less than flawless at such a high-profile event.

Tonight, appearances mattered more than ever. For Effie, it wasn't just about fashion; she had a new identity to protect now.

Earlier that day, Nolan had her gown delivered. One look was all it took for Effie to feel reassured-Nolan always knew exactly what would suit her best.

She headed to the salon for hair and makeup, then slipped into her dress before making her way straight to the venue.

The gala was being held at a magnificent six-star hotel. By the time Effie arrived, night had fallen, and the dazzling lights made the building glow like a palace. A crimson carpet unfurled from the entrance all the way through the grand lobby. Effie took a deep breath, smoothed her skirt, and stepped gracefully out of the car.

champagne-hued one-shoulder number- simple yet exquisitely tailored, with a scattering of tiny crystals at the waist that sparkled like stars against the night. Her makeup was polished but understated, and her softly curled hair cascaded over

low and laughter gentle, the air laced with the scent

and was about to join them when a shrill voice cut through the

what are you doing here? Do

was surprising; the Fashion Gala was Sigrid's natural habitat, after all. She was a socialite through and

a cool, measured glance before responding, "This is the Fashion Gala, isn't

implication. "Who are you calling a mutt?” Effie's gaze

then, she'd tolerated their behavior only because they were Mitchell's family, but their pettiness had only grown worse. They'd always acted

to be toyed with.