CHAPTER 152: CHAPTER 152: SHE IS THE ELITE!

Rosalind Morgan examined Vivian Langdon’s exquisite face, upright posture, and composed demeanor.

She was precisely the image of a "distinguished lady" in her mind.

The Langdon Family had deep roots, immense wealth, access to top cultural resources, and extensive international connections, with far-reaching influence.

"Aunt Grant, Mommy, I just finished training!" Vivian’s sweaty face beamed with happiness, her voice playfully sweet.

Rosalind gently supported her arm, "You must be exhausted, right? Go freshen up, the restaurant for tonight is already booked, just waiting for you."

The girls noticed this, knowing well that Mrs. Grant was here intentionally, and couldn’t help but glance at Vera Sheridan.

Vera’s face remained unfazed, her eyes calm, as she held her phone while making a call, walking straight to the changing room.

"Alright, see you in the changing room in 20 minutes," Vera instructed her assistant, hung up the phone, and went to take a shower.

When she came out, her assistant and stylist were already waiting quietly.

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"Mrs. Grant came specifically to find Vivian, isn’t that embarrassing for Senior Vera..."

"In such a prominent household, how could an ordinary person like Senior Vera ever marry in?"

"Second Master Grant chasing after Senior Vera, he’s just playing around."

By the barre, the girls stretching their legs whispered gossip.

Suddenly, the crisp sound of high heels accompanied by a light scent of perfume came.

The girls looked towards the sound—

Under the warm yellow lights, Vera walked gracefully.

The black velvet slip dress outlined her graceful curves, with high heels clicking on the floor.

Her back was straight, her neck swan-like, her expression calm and distant.

A complete set of diamond jewelry sparkled under the lights.

Especially on her left index finger, the large diamond gleamed with a cold brilliance, impossible to ignore.

The girls exclaimed, "Goddess!"

This unabashed admiration pierced through the rehearsal hall’s clamor, clearly reaching the elegant lounge not far away.

Inside, Rosalind Morgan was having a quiet conversation with Mrs. Langdon on the sofa, the atmosphere congenial.

Hearing the girls’ exclamations, her hand paused slightly while holding the teacup, her eyes instinctively glancing through the open lounge door to the figure outside.

With just one look, Rosalind’s fingers tightened imperceptibly on the bone china cup handle.

The woman in the dazzling black velvet gown, with an aura commanding attention, was none other than Vera.

A sudden flash of the scene in the courtyard from two years ago crossed Rosalind’s mind.

Wheelchair, pale, fragile, dependent...

A trace of astonishment flickered across her eyes, quickly returning to calm.

Rosalind elegantly placed the teacup back on the tray and smiled at Mrs. Langdon, "My sister-in-law’s tea here, it’s quite good."

Mrs. Langdon, "Indeed it is."

Just then, Wendy Donovan’s strong voice rang out clearly:

"You young girls, your senior’s worth isn’t about marrying high or low, she was already a ballet star three or four years ago, with nine-figure endorsement fees a year!"

"She herself is the high society!"

Wendy’s words were meant not only to encourage the girls to enhance their own value but also for Rosalind Morgan in the lounge to hear!

In the lounge, Rosalind’s poised smile momentarily stiffened.

She glanced casually out the adjacent floor-to-ceiling window.

Just in time to see Vera walking towards a black Mercedes.

A handsome young driver opened the door for her; she nodded slightly, with a noble and natural demeanor, then gracefully got in.

...

The black Mercedes parked in front of a courtyard gate with blue bricks and gray tiles, a simple black metal plaque hanging above.

The sign read: Glimmer·Reflection ART SPACE.

The car door was pulled open.

Vera looked up, meeting the gaze of Noah Grant, who was waiting under the porch.

His figure was upright, clad in formal attire.

In full view, Noah Grant naturally extended his hand, palm up, firmly supporting the top frame of the almost-open car door.

The movement was practiced, seamless.

Vera’s gaze briefly met his, a faint smile brushed her lips, her left hand resting on the one he offered.

Unexpectedly, Noah noticed the dazzling diamond on her left index finger.

A thought flashed through his mind: The index finger, symbolizes being single.

The man’s lips subtly curved.

Vera stepped out, "Thank you, have you been waiting long?"

Noah’s gaze lingered from her hair down to her toes, finally locking onto her clear yet slightly distant eyes.

"Just arrived." His voice was low.

"You look beautiful tonight." He leaned in slightly, his warm breath brushing her ear, his arm naturally hovered at her slender lower back.

Vera lightly smiled, "Thank you."

The gallery inside was brightly lit.

In the tall, pristine white space, fine attire and charming hairstyles were everywhere.

Vera glanced around, seeing many familiar faces or those known only through finance and art headline pages.

There were museum directors, artists, painters, editors-in-chief of authoritative art magazines, collectors, and the like, all chatting and laughing.

"Shall we?" Vera took the lead, her black velvet dress brushing against his suit pants, heading straight into the gallery.

Her appearance instantly drew many amazed glances from the crowd.

Noah watched her seamlessly blend into that sparkling scene, his brow slightly furrowed.

Just then, his phone vibrated.

He retracted his gaze, pulling out his phone, with "Nathan Grant" flashing on the screen.

As soon as he pressed the answer button, Nathan Grant’s urgent voice came through:

"Bro! Mom specifically went to pick up Vivian from the ballet company this afternoon!"