He couldn't help but cry out in excitement.
His eyes were glued to the red supercar, desperate to see who among these elite circles possessed such incredible driving skills.
The car door swung upward like a wing.
The first thing that came into view was a pair of long legs in white canvas sneakers.
Moving up, they were clad in black pants.
Then, a striking, vibrant face was revealed, unadorned with makeup yet still stunning.
The girl was dressed in a white shirt and black pants, her long hair casually tied back, with a few strands falling loosely around her face.
She exuded an aloof, almost ethereal aura, an untouchable presence that seemed entirely above it all.
Even though her attire should have clashed with the glamorous, black-tie environment, it didn't.
As she stood there, it wasn't out of place at all.
It was as if...
Even if she were wearing a burlap sack, she would still effortlessly outshine everyone present.
"Serena?!"
The Wynns stared at the familiar face, their eyes wide with disbelief at the sight of the cool, aloof girl.
They were all stunned.
"Why is she here?" Marianne frowned the moment she saw Serena, her tone sharp and acidic. "Don't tell me she heard we were attending the Blackwood heiress's party and decided to come and leech off our invitation?"
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