?Chapter 1105:


    She stepped out with effortless grace. The gown hugged her just right, the hem swaying gently with each movement. Tiny crystals sewn into the fabric caught the light, sparkling like stars under the hotel’s golden glow.


    Her skin was luminous. Her features, delicate. And the way she carried herself—confident but not showy—made everything around her fade into the background.


    Ethan blinked. For a second, he forgot to breathe. Then she looked up and smiled—and that brought him back to earth.


    He walked over quickly, his eyes full of unhidden admiration. “Yvonne, you look absolutely stunning tonight.”


    Yvonne smiled but didn’t say anything.


    He chuckled. “It’s truly an honor to have you as my date.” He extended his arm.


    She linked hers through his, keeping her voice light. “The honor’s mine.” Together, they walked through the grand entrance of the ballroom, camera shes popping behind them like fireworks.


    Inside, the atmosphere was elegant, with soft lighting and a buzz of conversation humming beneath the background music. The crowd was already thick with media elites and fashion insiders.


    Yvonne and Ethan barely made it a few steps before people starteding up to greet them.


    “Mr. Marsh, who’s this lovely youngdy?” A stout, affable man stepped forward, eyeing Yvonne with curiosity.


    Ethan lifted his ss with a smile. “This is Yvonne Jimenez from Stylist Magazine. She’s my date tonight.”


    Then, to Yvonne, he added, “This is Elliot Levy from Country Living.”


    Elliot’s eyes lit up. “Yvonne Jimenez? So you’re the one everyone’s been talking about!”


    Another editor nearby chimed in, “I’ve read her work—she’s not just talented, she’s drop-dead gorgeous too.”


    “So young and already making waves in the industry. A total rising star.”


    “That interview with Anthea Wace? Brilliant. But your restaurant series? Even better.”


    Yvonne smiled politely, but inside, she was trying to stay grounded. The attention felt surreal. Ethan, on the other hand, looked pleased—maybe even a little smug. “She justnded an exclusive with Frank Lee,” he added casually, as if it wasn’t a huge deal.


    The moment the name Frank Lee was mentioned, a wave of impressed murmurs rippled through the crowd.


    After mingling for a while, Ethan and Yvonne finally retreated to a quiet corner for a breather.


    Yvonne let out a soft sigh. “Am I really that big of a deal?”


    The same editors who’d once brushed her off were now hanging on her every word. It left a strange, bittersweet taste in her mouth.


    Ethan nced over with an easy smile. “You’re talented, driven, and more poised than half the veterans in this room. Honestly? I’m surprised it took them this long to notice.”


    She gave a modest smile, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “I’m ttered.”


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