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Chapter 69

Hera walked in wearing a gown while cradling Tiramisu in her arms.

Someone chuckled.

Quietly, the people made space

oce for Hera a

and Giselle to stand face to face. To everyone’s surprise, they were decked out in matching dresses.

But where Hera radiated elegance effortlessly, Giselle seemed to lack the finesse, charm, and poise that Hera effortlessly exuded.

Though clad in identical attice, they exaded entirely different vibes. One seemed like a mere pauper striving for the stars while the other was like a princess.

Giselle couldn’t help but feel jealous as she looked at Hera, who stood before her so majestically. Even though the gown was a replica, it seemed tailor–made for Hera

excitement for the upcoming spectacle overshadowed any resentment

been given it. She parted Tiramisu’s

Tiramisu, who scurried off to find a spot. The onlookers were more interested in

did you get this gown? It looks remarkably authentic for a knockoff,” Lily scrutinized Hera. Lily,

expression

“This gown is called The Angel, a one–of–a–kind! There’s only a single set in existence. If Giselle’s gown is

a country bumplein taken in by the Everetts. She probably isn’t familiar with luxury goods at all. If it weren’t for the

wearing the same gown as Giselle at Mr. Gaskell’s celebration despite her lack

spread among

could be interpreted as attention–seeking

and just wanted to look good for the party. Maybe she was

didn’t you let me help you choose

hesitant tone, coupled with Hera’s cold demeanor, fueled more speculation

Hera’s actions seemed ungrateful and scheming. She appeared to be nothing more than a

is authentic?” Hera’s gaze turned icy as

funny

crowd joined in the laugh

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