A few dayster, Sean made a public announcement: he would be hosting a wee party for his daughter at The Capital.

The party was set for tomorrow night, and word was, the guest list had no restrictions–anyone who wanted could attend.

When Genevieve heard the news, she spent the afternoon rifling through a dozen evening gowns at home, yet not a single one seemed right.

Ilse walked in and saw the mountain of dresses strewn across the bed.

Shaking her head, she said, “It’s just a wee party for the Rayburn heiress–no need to outshine the guest of honor. You wouldn’t want to steal Miss Rayburn’s thunder and make her upset.”

Genevieve rolled her eyes. “So what? That country bumpkin won’t care anyway.” After spending some time with Loretta these past days, she’de to a conclusion: not only was the girl hopelessly na?ve, she

seemed to have left her brain somewhere else.

“Maybe she doesn’t care, but the Rayburn family certainly does,” Ilse sighed. “You should show them a little respect. As for Miss Rayburn, once iyou /imarry into their family, you’ll have plenty of opportunities to do as you please.”

For a moment, Genevieve had to admit her mother had a point. She settled on a dress that was, at the very least, presentable.

Ilse paired it with some tasteful jewelry. “My daughter Genevieve is the most beautiful debutante in the city. I’m sure you’ll dazzle everyone tomorrow night.”

Genevieve admired her reflection in the mirror and lifted her chin, pride gleaming in her eyes. b“/bObviously.”

Meanwhile–

Wesley led Charlotte into the walk–in closet at the vi. Dozens of dresses, carefully arranged by the staff, awaited her selection.

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She stared at the collection in disbelief. “Isn’t this a bit much, Wes?”

He stepped closer, arching an eyebrow. “How could there ever be too many dresses for my little sister?”

Charlotte couldn’t help butugh. She sifted through the gowns, one by one, until her gazended on a blush–pink and sage–green dress with a modern yet timeless design.

The fresh pink, paired with vintage green, reminded her of a spring garden party–elegant and full of life.

The subtle V–neck and strapless cut ttered her corbones, striking the perfect bnce between grace and allure. Delicate embroidery traced the neckline and hem, every stitch a testament to masterful craftsmanship.

She ran her fingers along the fabric, unable to hide her admiration. “This is gorgeous.”

Noticing the hesitant look on the maid’s face, Wesley asked, “Is something wrong?”

The maid replied, “Sir, that dress is a custom piece from two seasons ago. It might not be appropriate for Miss Charlotte to wear something that’s ino /ilonger in vogue.”

Wesley frowned, about to argue, but Charlotte spoke first. “It’s just a dress. With such exquisite design and craftsmanship, it shouldn’t be hidden away just because it’sst season. Besides, it’s not like I’m out to impress the fashion world. Who cares if it’s not thetest trend?”

Wesley chuckled, gently ruffling her hair. “My sister’s absolutely right.” Then he turned to the maid. “From now on, if Charlotte likes it, that’s all that matters. Forget about what’s in season.”

The maid nodded. “Understood, sir.”

Just outside the door, Loretta watched the scene unfold, her fingers clenched tight. All those beautiful dresses–they should have been hers, The spotlight at tomorrow’s party should have been hers too.

She hadn’t even had a chance to enjoy it, and now someone else was

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taking it all away!

“Miss Donovan, what are you doing here?” Julian’s voice startled her from behind. Loretta froze, caught red–handed.

Both Charlotte and Wesley nced toward the doorway.

Loretta stammered, “Um… Lottie’s trying on dresses, right? I just wanted toe see if I could help her choose one or two.i” /i

Charlotte smiled. “Is there anything here you like?”

Loretta blinked in surprise. “Me? Really?”

Charlotte gave a softugh. “If you see a dress you like, pick one out. You’ll be at the party tomorrow night too, won’t you?”

It was impossible not to be tempted by all those beautiful gowns, but Loretta hesitated–Wesley’s presence made her nervous.

Sensing her reluctance, Charlotte turned to Wesley, taking his hand. “What do you think, big brother?”

Wesley looked at Loretta, then smiled. “Sure. Whatever you say.”

Loretta did her best to contain her excitement. “Thank you, Lottie. Thank you… Mr. Rayburn!”

After Charlotte and Wesley left the room, Julian followed, frowning with concern. “Miss, Loretta’s tried to set you up before–why would you be so generous to her now? And Mr. Rayburn didn’t even put her on the guest list. If you let here, how will you exin it?”

Wesley’s gaze lingered on Charlotte’s face. “I’d like to know that, too.” But he trusted his sister enough to know she had her reasons.

Charlotte finally stopped in the hallway, ncing back. “If Loretta shows up, the people behind her will finally make their move. I doubt she’d miss that opportunity.”

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