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.

to herself, My armpits definitely aren't black, thank you

smiled politely and said, "I'm so sorry, it didn't click

Embrace from

forget us! I can't believe this is real-I have

phone, while Odette turned to Citrine with pleading eyes. "Would you mind taking a photo with

a charity gala, and

Immediately, both mother and

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

Odette huddled over their phones, giggling and squealing as they scrolled through

cooed, "She's gorgeous! She could easily get on her looks alone,

can't take it-I think my heart's about to give

across the ballroom, clear and utterly

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

a pop concert, dominating the room for

quieted down, the other guests seemed almost

as one

keeping her composure, subtly shielded herself

two are walking

guests began whispering among

outgoing type,

supposed to be the quiet, polite one? You'd never guess it from

Ms. Watkins