The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 46

The entire makeup team was stunned the moment they laid eyes on Citrine.

They were no strangers to beauty—having styled countless celebrities and young heiresses, they'd seen their fair share of stunners. But Citrine was in a league of her own; she was, hands down, the most breathtaking woman they'd ever seen.

When it came time to start on her makeup, the lead artist found herself hesitating, almost reluctant to touch such perfection.

"Sweetheart, your skin is incredible!" she exclaimed. Honestly, this girl would look gorgeous without a single drop of makeup.

Citrine's complexion was so fair and flawless, like the smoothest porcelain. The makeup artist couldn't resist giving her cheek a gentle pinch-it was just too soft, too pristine. She searched for a single imperfection and found nothing.

All she ended up doing was dusting on a light, barely-there foundation and adding a touch of natural color. There was no need for anything bold; Citrine's beauty was already dazzling, almost impossible to look at directly.

It was, without question, the easiest job the artist had ever had.

Next, the stylist swept Citrine's hair up into a delicate chignon, framing her petite face and giving her an air of elegance that was still fresh and youthful.

Citrine chose a white, strapless cocktail gown that fell just above her knees. The soft fabric hugged her slender waist, making her

of her shoulders and neck, and the delicate

from the styling team whispered,

known his daughter was beautiful, but seeing

a small box, took out a gleaming white pearl necklace, and fastened it gently around Citrine's neck. Each pearl glimmered softly, accented

knew little about jewelry, but she could tell this necklace was something

about the price. It's a gift from me—

if it was

eyes shimmered; she opened her mouth to

had built high walls around her heart, and if he wanted to reach

at the grand ballroom, Raymond lifted his right arm. Citrine glanced at him, then slipped her hand into the crook

they entered, every head in

the attention-she could sense the curiosity, the scrutiny, and, from a few corners,