Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase

Chapter 532:

The atmosphere turned vibrant, buzzing with conversation and admiration. All eyes were on her. And Rosanna? She stood off to the side, forgotten.

The very same young women who had once gathered around her now drifted toward Maia like moths to a flame.

Only one remained. Stacy stepped forward awkwardly, pulling out a small gift bag. Inside was a modest pair of shoes, stylish but clearly inexpensive.

“Rosanna, happy birthday,” she said, her voice subdued. Then she leaned in and whispered, “I broke things off with that older guy… Money’s been tight lately. Hope you don’t mind.”

Comparison was a cruel teacher.

Rosanna’s face stiffened, and her fists curled so tightly that her manicured nails carved half-moons into her palms.

Just then, a guest taking photos with his phone received a Twitter notification.

Brielle had posted an update: “Happy birthday to my brilliant composer, Maia!”

room buzzed with incoming

and ringtones merged, creating a

screens. Their eyes widened with disbelief. Someone blurted out, “Wait, is this real? Every celebrity I

keep their voices down as they watched their phones

this. My favorite

and tagged half of Hollywood

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#HappyBirthdayMaia has shot straight

on trending! Feels like the whole world is throwing Maia a birthday

glued to Twitter,

Claudius looked startled, lost in the sudden flood of online birthday

in the industry, but it looked like half the celebrity world had lined up to send

phones, shock spread across their faces, leaving them speechless. Rosanna’s fingers shook as she tried to steady her grip on the phone. How could any of this be real? What kind of magic had Maia worked to

had forgotten that it was set to silent,