The Day Our Promise Breaks

Charles finished speaking and left in big strides with Dahlia beside him.

Evelyn collapsed. She slid down the car, bowing her head in discomfort. Her head was buried in her knees.

She had returned to the venue, still harboring a sliver of hope.

Charlie was gone. There was no way Charles would see Charlie if he rushed over. Perhaps he could believe her words and give back to her what was originally hers. However, with the attitude he showed just now, there was no turning back from tonight's outcome. A million, to the wealthy, was not much money. But to ordinary people, earning a million was not something that could be achieved quickly.

It took Evelyn a while to adjust her emotions and go upstairs to do her makeup.

...

At the award ceremony, the host was going through the process.

Evelyn and the other finalists were waiting backstage for the results. Dahlia sat in the front row, dressed in next spring's haute couture from the X brand collection. Charles had gotten it for her. It was her first time wearing it.

Someone recognized it from behind and asked her uncertainly, "Dahlia, is that the X brand's latest haute couture for next spring?"

"Yeah." Dahlia spoke softly.

good to

of the venue, and she said gently, "Yes, he loves me very much and

speaking, amidst the compliments and envy of the crowd, she glanced

There sat Evelyn.

...

the proceedings smoothly until the final

opened the envelope and announced loudly, "The first place

"Dahlia."

knew the result, but when Dahlia's name was spoken, she couldn't help but clench her fists tightly. She looked up at the first row of the

"Second place, Evelyn."

"Third place, Grace."

followed. The host said loudly, "Would the winners please come up to the

walking towards the stage with confident and elegant steps. Her makeup was exquisite, and her haute couture dress

focus of the entire venue. Below the stage,

smile deepened. It greatly satisfied her

of glory lasted only a few

shifting from her to Evelyn,

to Evelyn's casual attire. Dahlia's hands, lightly lifting