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.

just above her knees. The soft fabric hugged

the graceful lines of her shoulders and neck, and the delicate butterfly-shaped bones on her back that

styling team whispered, unable to tear their gaze

had always known his daughter was beautiful, but seeing her tonight left him

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

knew little about jewelry, but she could tell this necklace

it's not about the

it was a

front of her. Citrine's eyes shimmered; she opened her mouth to speak but found

her heart, and if he wanted to reach her, he needed to show

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

in the room

curiosity, the scrutiny, and, from a few corners, a hint