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.

boyfriend is so good to you. I'm

looked at Charles in the first row of the venue, and she said gently, "Yes, he loves me

the compliments and envy of the crowd, she glanced surreptitiously

There sat Evelyn.

...

the proceedings smoothly until

envelope and announced loudly, "The first place

"Dahlia."

name was spoken, she couldn't help but clench her fists tightly. She looked up at the first row

"Second place, Evelyn."

"Third place, Grace."

announcement, applause followed. The host said loudly, "Would the winners please come

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

the focus of the entire venue. Below the stage, the

smile deepened. It greatly satisfied her

moment of glory

clearly feel everyone's gaze shifting from her to Evelyn, including Charles'.

lips almost faltered. Her meticulous outfit couldn't compare to Evelyn's casual attire. Dahlia's hands, lightly