Under the Heiress' Facade

Hera walked in wearing a gown while cradling Tiramisu in her arms. NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

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

Despite her jealousy, Giselle’s excitement for the upcoming spectacle overshadowed any resentment she harbored.

Seeing Giselle in the same gown, Hera instantly grasped why she had been given it. She parted Tiramisu’s head and whispered, “Remember what I told you? Go ahead.”

With that, she released Tiramisu, who scurried off to find a spot. The onlookers were more interested in the drama than Tiramise.

“Hera, where did you get this gown? It looks remarkably authentic for a knockoff,” Lily scrutinized Hera. Lily, a scion of the Bourne family, was one of the guests invited by the Gaskell’s.

“Knockott?” Hera’s expression remained indifferent.

Lily sneered, “This gown is called The Angel, a one–of–a–kind! There’s only a single set in existence. If Giselle’s gown is legit, then isn’t what you’re sporting just a replica?”

“Lily, why bother talking to her? She’s just a country bumplein taken in by the Everetts. She probably isn’t familiar with luxury goods at all. If it weren’t for the Everetts, she wouldn’t even be at such an upscale banquet,” someone interjected.

*she’s wearing the same gown as Giselle at Mr. Gaskell’s celebration despite her lack of knowledge about luxury goods. What’s het motive?” Lily mocked.

Whispers spread among the onlookers.

As an adopted daughter, Hera’s 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 Gaskells were all affluent and influential figures

*Lily, why are you 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 take,” Giselle defended

Giselle approached Hera in a friendly manner. “Hera, why didn’t you let me help you choose a gown? It could’ve spared us all this….”

Giselle’s hesitant tone, coupled with Hera’s cold demeanor, fueled more speculation

Despite being the adopted daughter of the Everett family, Hera’s actions seemed ungrateful and scheming. She appeared to be nothing more than a haughty country girl.

“Are you sure yours is authentic?” Hera’s gaze turned icy as she observed Giselle’s hypocritical demeanor.

“Hahaha, that’s a funny question.” Lily chuckled.

The surrounding crowd joined in the laugh

They were loyal fans of Karl Lagerfeld’s designs. Each season, the designer’s new collection was in high demand, especially if it was a limited edition.

Obtaining a limited–edition piece was almost impossible. Nonetheless, they wouldn’t settle for knockoffs, knowing it would tarnish their family’s reputation

Aware that their image reflected their family’s standing, any blemish would not only tamish their personal reputation but also besminch their family’s and company’s name.

Giselle had always been a patron of designer brands. They knew she wouldn’t wear fake goods to her fiancé’s celebration!

“Karl Lagerfeld’s haute couture engraves their logo on every accessory,” Hera explained, plucking a sequin from Giselle’s dress.

Giselle was caught off guard by the tug. Her horror deepened as the sequin came loose, clattering to the ground alongside others from her dress.