The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 582

Ever since school let out for the holidays, she'd been living in the Carmichaels' Crestwood villa. After so much time, going back there had started to feel routine.

By the time Citrine returned that evening, darkness had already settled over most of the sky. She wondered if everyone had already gone to bed.

Not wanting to wake anyone, Citrine tiptoed to the front door and quietly entered the security code.

She eased the door open. The villa was pitch black, not a single light on.

Assuming everyone had called it a night, Citrine let out a silent sigh of relief and reached for the light switch. But before she could turn it on, a burst of cheerful music filled the air. One by one, soft lights flickered on around the grand hall.

Gone was the usual minimalist decor. The whole house was strung with twinkling lights and fresh flowers, pale pinks everywhere. Wisps of white fog curled across the floor, making the villa look more like a fairytale castle, dreamy and unreal.

At that moment, Citrine spotted a gigantic music box spinning toward her, topped with an enormous bouquet of roses.

Were those real or fake?

She'd never seen roses so large. Eyes wide, she stepped closer, reaching out to touch them.

Suddenly, with a loud pop, the bouquet burst open. Red roses began leaping out, showering the room in a continuous cascade-a veritable rainstorm of blooms.

As Citrine approached, she realized that each rose was carefully folded from crimson bills.

A money shower, masquerading as a rain of roses.

Tacky? Maybe. But she loved it.

Just as she was puzzling over what special day it could be, the music swelled, and several people popped out from inside the enormous rose.

"Surprise!"

"Happy birthday, Citrine!"

There wasn't room for everyone in the giant flower, so the rest of them emerged from every corner of the villa.

Looking at all the faces, it finally dawned on Citrine: it was her birthday.

Except for last year, she'd hardly celebrated her birthday before.

never allowed herself to expect

and overtime,

Travis, Sylvan, Carney,

al

friends were all here. Even her three college roommates had

and Lisa could hardly believe they'd been invited; they felt

from ordinary families and with nothing extraordinary in their resumes, they'd

be attending the birthday party of the CICI

was

thing

about for the

birthday, Citrine!" the three chimed in, grinning

you, guys." Citrine was touched-she'd never imagined anyone

*you*! We should be thanking

Ingrid pulled out her phone, sidling up to Citrine. "Citrine, can I

surprise,

wild with her phone, snapping

Ingrid scrolled through the photos, nodding approvingly.

edited a post, arranging her and Citrine's

my superstar friend. (Mom, look! Even Ingrid's

for the holidays, she'd been living in the Carmichaels' Crestwood villa.

returned that evening, darkness had already settled over most of the sky. She wondered

anyone, Citrine tiptoed to the front

open. The villa was pitch black, not a single light

silent sigh of relief and reached for the light switch. But before she could turn it on, a burst of cheerful

and fresh flowers, pale pinks everywhere. Wisps of white fog curled across

that moment, Citrine spotted a gigantic music box spinning toward her, topped with

those real

wide, she stepped

a loud pop, the bouquet burst open. Red roses began leaping out, showering the room in a continuous cascade-a veritable

Citrine approached, she realized that each rose was carefully folded from

masquerading as

But she

day it could be, the music swelled, and several people

"Surprise!"

"Happy birthday, Citrine!"