Facade

Giselle’s face drained of color in an instant, her hand instinctively covering the affected area. How in the world could this happen? 

“There’s no logo here,” someone pointed out after picking up a sequin from the ground. 

“No! This can’t be selle exclaimed in disbelief she checked several sequins and even the diamond base, but none bore the engraved logo! 

Her mind went blank. She grabbed hold of Hera’s skirt, frantically examining the sequins. Each one sported the logo! 

How was this even possible! She had clearly given Hera a knockoff gown, so how did it turn out to be the real deal? Was it swapped? “You“Giselle pointed accusingly at Hera 

Upon confirmation that Hera was indeed wearing the genuine The Angel gown, the onlookers‘ attention swiftly shifted to Giselle. It turned out the joke was on her. 

“And what about me?” Hera chuckled lightly. “Did I sneally wear the genuine one while we agreed to wear lonockoffs together?” 

In reality, Hera didn’t pay much attention to luxury brands. She preferred the sheath evening gown her grandmother made for her. 

Coincidentally, Bemard saw Hera bringing home the gown Giselle had given her. He immediately discarded it in disgust and fetched an identical gown that morning. 

A swift online search for the gown’s logo enlightened Hera about the situation. 

Giselle widened her eyes in disbelief. She had paid a high price for this gown. How could it be fake? And how could Hera afford the genuine one? 

“Alright, that’s enough!” a male voice cut in. 

The onlookers made way, revealing a young man in a fitted white suit. He walked over with a meaningful expression. 

“Zer.” Giselle’s tears welled up at the sight of Zyler’s arrival She appeared vulnerable and pitiful. 

Zyler’s heart softened looking at her. 

“Don’t M 

worry. 

Gigi I’m here now. No one can bully you,” he assured, draping his suit jacket over her. 

Then, turning to Hera, he asked hesitantly, “Are you Hera? 

She wasn’t quite what he expected. 

“And who might you be? Hera inquired calmly, leaving everyone stunned with her composed response. After all, Zyler was the star of today’s gathering! “He’s from the Gaskell family. Zyler Gaskell, Giselle’s fiancé,” someone in the crowd reminded her. 

Hera sized up Zyler. He seemed decent, maybe a 7.9 out of ten, but certainly not as attractive as Bernard Giselle’s taste in men was obviously lacking. 

Zyler was taken aback, feeling as though Hera was intentionally putting on a show. But what was with Hera’s looks? 

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think she’d be the stunning beauty standing before him!