Vincent looked over and explained, “This is an important event. Representatives from various jewelry stores will be there. Please prepare a few designs; we might have other plans this evening.”
Katelyn paused to consider. “Alright.”
Vincent had set the deadline for these design drafts in three days. She had been working late nights and had the drawings ready. The banquet was set for eight o’clock that evening.
Katelyn drove home, put on her makeup, and changed into an elegant evening gown. Zoey, watching closely, could hardly hide her envy. “Katelyn..
Zoey’s gaze lingered on the dazzling dress Katelyn held, her expression betraying an envious longing she couldn’t quite mask.
“That dress is stunning… It would be perfect on me,” Zoey mused silently, her thoughts tinged with desire.
Katelyn, noticing her stare, furrowed her brows in confusion and asked, “Is something wrong?”
Zoey, her eyes glowing with admiration, reached out to gently run her fingers over the dress’s sparkling sequins. “Katelyn, are you going to an event? I’ve never seen anything so gorgeous.”
Katelyn, sitting at her vanity without much fuss, shrugged and replied, “There’s a corporate gala tonight. I’ve been invited.”
A corporate gala?
Zoey’s expression brightened in an instant. This wasn’t just any event—it would be full of Granville’s most influential people, a place where the city’s elite would gather. Perhaps a chance meeting with a corporate magnate could completely change her future.
Zoey’s pulse quickened as her mind raced with possibilities. She steadied herself, meeting Katelyn’s eyes with an intensity that mirrored her growing hopes.
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“Katelyn, is there any chance I could join the banquet? I just want to experience something new and promise I won’t be a nuisance.”
Katelyn’s eyes lingered on Zoey, clearly reading her unspoken ambitions. There was no mistaking the hunger for opportunity in Zoey’s gaze. At her age, Zoey hadn’t yet learned how to mask her desires properly.
Zoey held back her smile, the weight of Katelyn’s penetrating look making her feel exposed.
“It’s not like I’m opposed to giving you a chance. These events require an invite to attend, you know.”
In the past, Katelyn had always gone as Vincent’s date, but this time, the invitation was hers alone. This banquet, far more exclusive than others, maintained rigorous control over its guest list, leaving no room for errors or last-minute additions.
Zoey’s smile faltered, freezing mid-expression as a shadow of frustration flickered in her eyes. She clenched her fists tightly, her thoughts spiraling with bitterness.
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