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!”

entire room buzzed with

ringtones merged, creating a wave

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

keep their voices down as they

believe it—look at this. My favorite actress even

shared it and tagged half of Hollywood to join Maia’s

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a look at Twitter. #HappyBirthdayMaia has shot straight to the top! Over ten million mentions

one on trending! Feels like the whole world is

everyone seemed glued to Twitter, swept up in the

lost in the sudden flood

the industry, but it looked like half the celebrity world had

speechless. Rosanna’s fingers shook as she tried to steady her grip on the phone. How could any of this be real?

her phone. She had forgotten that it was set to silent, so