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.

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

lines of her shoulders and neck, and the delicate

styling team whispered, unable

daughter was beautiful, but

gleaming white pearl necklace, and fastened it gently

be worth a fortune?" Citrine ventured. She knew little about jewelry, but she could

shook his head. "No, it's not about the price. It's a gift from me— welcome home,

was

opened her mouth to speak but found her voice caught, so in the end, all she managed was a quiet, "Thank

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

grand ballroom, Raymond lifted his right arm. Citrine glanced at him, then slipped her hand into the crook of his arm without

in the room turned to look

could sense the curiosity, the scrutiny, and, from a few