The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 514

Mamie gasped, "Oh my goodness, is that who I think it is? That's Obsidian, my absolute favorite!"

Ms. Watkins clutched her chest, her eyes wide. "Oh my, she's even more stunning in person. My heart can't take it-I think it's about to burst!"

Mamie, bold and straightforward as always, didn't hesitate. She grabbed her daughter's hand and set off purposefully toward Citrine. Meanwhile, Ms. Watkins shuffled after them, suddenly shy and a little embarrassed, whispering as they walked.

"Mom, is my makeup smudged?"

"Should I touch up my lipstick?"

From across the room, Citrine noticed the mother and daughter approaching, both grinning from ear to ear. She paused in surprise, but quickly switched to her flawless social smile, greeting them warmly. "Mamie, Ms. Watkins."

At once, Mamie and Odette burst out, voices trembling with excitement, "Obsidian, we're your biggest fans!"

Citrine froze for a moment, caught off guard.

When Citrine didn't answer right away, Mamie grew anxious. "Obsidian, don't you remember us? We're the top two names on your supporter leaderboard!"

Still seeing no recognition, Odette pointed to herself, barely able to contain her excitement. "I'm Ob's Embrace! Don't you remember? I even promoted you all over Twitter!"

Then she gestured to Mamie. "And she's Ob's Pillars! She's been supporting you, too!"

Ob? Ob's Pillars? Ob's Embrace? What kind of nicknames are these? Citrine's eye twitched involuntarily.

definitely aren't black, thank

sorry,

Embrace from the website-after all, one

acknowledgement, the two women squealed in delight. "We knew you wouldn't forget us! I can't believe this is real-I have to post

pulling out her phone, while Odette turned to Citrine with pleading

charity gala, and though she found

Immediately, both mother and

every angle. When they were satisfied, they crowded around her for selfies, switching up poses again and again. Citrine did her best to keep up, flashing a practiced smile as the impromptu photoshoot dragged on for the better

huddled over their

on her

take it-I think my heart's about

the ballroom, clear

on them as the mother-daughter duo carried on like excitable

dominating the room for a good half

down, the other guests seemed

turned as one to look curiously

composure, subtly shielded herself behind her

These two

began whispering

was the outgoing type, so her

polite

knows Ms. Watkins