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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

the upcoming spectacle overshadowed any resentment

had been given it. She parted Tiramisu’s head and whispered, “Remember what I told you? Go

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

scrutinized Hera. Lily, a scion

expression

only a single set in existence. If

familiar with luxury goods

Giselle at Mr. Gaskell’s celebration despite her lack of knowledge about luxury

among

decision to wear the same gown as the heiress of the Everetts could be interpreted as attention–seeking or an attempt to steal Giselle’s fiancé After all, the guests invited by the

picking on Hera like that? Maybe she didn’t realize she was wearing a knockoff and just wanted to look good for the party. Maybe she was duped into buying a

Hera in a friendly manner. “Hera, why didn’t you let me help you choose

coupled with Hera’s cold demeanor,

actions seemed ungrateful and scheming. She appeared to be nothing more than

you sure yours is authentic?” Hera’s gaze turned icy as

a funny question.” Lily chuckled.

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