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.

back left little to the imagination, and her sweeping train

a whisper of

she's the favorite. Who doesn't know about the Vaughan family's little scandal all those years

don't get it. The Vaughans dote on the girl who isn't even their own, but their real daughter barely gets a

spotted them at the mall— Eleanor was buying her armfuls

Vaughans, but she didn't kick Pearl out-she's still the one getting sidelined. She's the real

The Vaughans raised Pearl for twenty years; of course their hearts are with her,

ask me, Isadora's only shot at

that even happen? Didn't you hear-just two days ago, he threw a fake wedding for that old flame

eyes for their adopted daughter, and even her

late. Her expression darkened further when she realized Magnus wasn't with

out of her voice, Eleanor leaned in and asked under her breath, "Why

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