Chapter 15

The Vaughan Group's 30th Anniversary Gala

The mansion was buzzing with life, its grand chandelier blazing overhead, bathing the entire ballroom in golden light.

A renowned pianist played a graceful, flowing melody on a glossy black Steinway, while waiters in crisp tuxedos glided through the crowd, silver trays of champagne flutes balanced expertly in their hands.

Tonight, every man was dressed to the nines in tailored suits, while the women floated by in an array of designer evening gowns.

Isadora had chosen a simple, high-necked, one-shoulder black dress that hugged her figure. The elegant cut drew subtle attention to her porcelain skin-though she was careful to hide the faint marks Victor had left at her collarbone.

Earlier, Eleanor had sent over a slinky, jewel-toned gown for Isadora to wear: plunging neckline, open back, the sort of thing designed to make a statement. Isadora had barely glanced at it before tucking it away. There was no way she'd step out in that tonight.

When she finally entered the ballroom, she caught sight of Pearl immediately.

she moved. The deep V neckline and dramatic open back left little to the imagination, and her sweeping train gave her the air of a princess holding court. A crocodile-skin designer clutch dangled from her wrist,

room, a whisper of gossip floated over the clinking glasses and

everyone to know she's the favorite. Who doesn't

get it. The Vaughans dote on the girl who isn't even their

I spotted them at the mall— Eleanor was buying her armfuls of

still the one getting sidelined. She's the real

for twenty years; of course their hearts

me, Isadora's only shot at

hear-just two days ago, he threw a fake wedding for that old flame

got it rough. Her parents only have eyes for their adopted daughter, and

she noticed Isadora drifting in late. Her expression darkened further when she

her voice, Eleanor leaned in and asked

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