The air was thick with anticipation, every eye in the room swiveling to the entrance.
The buzz of curiosity was palpable as they all wondered just what Griffin looked like.
Could she possibly be the next Snow White?
But the backlighting obscured her features, presenting only a striking silhouette.
Rebecca watched as the figure drew closer, her mind racing.
Was this Griffin? Why did she feel as though she knew that silhouette?
Was she seeing things? It had to be.
How could she know a cheater, a jester in the court of life?
A smirk curled at the edges of Rebecca's lips. Griffin certainly had nerve, showing up at the gala.
Was she unaware that she was nothing more than a joke, a blight upon decent society?
But, Rebecca mused, having a fool to contrast her own radiance might just be perfect.
Like a rose among thorns, her nobility would only shine brighter.
Her smile grew more pronounced.
The rhythmic sound of high heels on marble echoed closer.
With every step, the breathtaking features of the girl came into clear view. She was dressed in a scarlet off-the-shoulder gown, her sexy shoulders and delicate collarbones exposed.
The fiery red, typically a bold and brash color, seemed tailor-made for her.
Each step she took seemed to tread upon the very hearts of those watching.
She was the winter bloom amid the snow, stunning and splendid.
The live camera feed captured her in all her glory, projecting her image onto the giant screen.
Even magnified, her beauty was flawless, she seemed perfect.
Next to Rebecca, who had been the center of attention, she was reduced to mere backdrop.
When Sherman, who had been resting with closed eyes, caught sight of her, a subtle smile touched his lips.
It was really her.
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