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    Right then, Greta entered the room and saw Brenna. Brenna looked like something out of a storybook, every inch the elegant princess. Greta couldn’t help but imagine how the same dress might look on her.


    Brenna had a great figure, and the dress hugged her curves perfectly.


    “You look absolutely gorgeous, Brenna,” Greta said. Her tone was warm, though a faint flicker of envy colored her gaze.


    The sparkling embellishments on the dress were diamonds, weren’t they? This dress had to be worth millions.


    Greta quietly wondered if she’d ever wear something so extravagant in her lifetime.


    Ethan stepped up beside Brenna, and she slipped her arm through his with effortless grace.


    Lorna and Neville, still lingering by the door, whipped out their phones and snapped a flurry of photos of them. They experimented with different angles, and despite the office setting, the shots turned out beautifully.


    Greta moved a little more slowly but still seeded in capturing a few shots. Rather than share them with Brenna, she nned to tweak the imagester—swapping Brenna’s face with her own.


    With Ethan beside her, Brenna exited the office, their arms linked. The moment they stepped out, apuse and surprised gasps erupted.


    The employees outside buzzed with excitement, their attention fixed on the couple.


    The grand charity g took ce at a luxurious five-star restaurant, hosted by one of Shirie’s most respected phnthropists.


    The moment Ethan and Brenna entered the venue, they caused a stir.


    Everyone in the hall turned to stare, and even Neville and Lorna, walking just behind, drew plenty of notice themselves. Compliments rippled through the hall as Ethan and Brenna acknowledged guests with poised smiles. Eventually, the guests returned to their conversations.


    Across the room, however, Shepard and Giselle were far from pleased. Their daughter had clearly been seeing Ethan behind their backs.


    Just as they moved to ask Brenna about the matter, Denis, Isabe, and Tina walked over.


    Isabe’s voice carried a trace of envy as she asked, “This dress is yours?”


    A seven-million-dor dress—how could Brenna possibly be the one wearing it? If it had been anyone else, Isabe might not have minded. She just couldn’t stand Brenna outshining her.


    Ethan turned to her, his tone cool. “I had the dress custom-made for her. Any issues with that?”


    Isabe huffed in dissatisfaction but said nothing more.


    Tina looked at Ethan, her heart fluttering. Only a few days earlier, she had learned that Ethan’s mother disapproved of Brenna and Ethan’s rtionship, and she had taken the chance to express her own interest in him. But she never received a reply, leaving her to wonder if her message had reached Ethan at all, or if he’d simply chosen to ignore it.


    Denis sneered, “Mr. Mitchell, you are certainly generous to Brenna, buying her such an expensive dress. You must really love her.”


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