Chapter 94

The instant Vanessa Holloway spotted Isabella Montgomery, her face paled. If Isabella was here, did that mean Evelyn Sinclair was present too? She couldn't be wrong about this.

Vanessa's fingers curled into tight fists, her eyes locked onto the woman sitting with her back turned.

"Are you ignoring me? I said come take photos with me!" Sophia Blackwood snapped, furious at being disregarded by a mere model.

Isabella let out an amused chuckle, clearly enjoying watching Sophia humiliate herself. "Who do you think you are? Nobody owes you anything."

Sophia ground her teeth. "This doesn't concern you! Stay out of it!"

She turned back to the motionless model. "Listen here! I'm a Blackwood heiress. Name your price for one damn photo!"

Sophia scoffed internally. She only wanted to impress her shallow friends. Back home, people begged for photos with her, not the other way around.

Evelyn finally lifted her gaze, irritation flashing in her eyes. "Can't I enjoy five minutes of peace?"

"A Blackwood heiress, you say?" Evelyn's voice dripped with sarcasm as she turned around. "Funny, I don't recall seeing your name on the guest list."

Her piercing glare swept over Sophia and Vanessa like a winter storm. These fools should be grateful she hadn't called them out earlier. Now they dared provoke her? They were begging for destruction.

Sophia gasped. "You! It's you?!" Her voice shook with disbelief. That stunning closing model was actually Evelyn? How could someone so effortlessly elegant be the same woman they'd looked down upon?

"Yes, it's me. Problem?" Evelyn's tone could freeze lava.

Sophia's face twisted in rage. Humiliated by Nathan earlier, now Evelyn was mocking her too. "Stop pretending to be some high-class socialite! No designer dress can cover up your gutter roots! I must be cursed to keep running into you!"

She'd never take photos with Evelyn now - that would be beneath her dignity.

Isabella burst into laughter. "Oh this is rich! You're calling us gutter trash?"

Sophia sneered. "Your sugar daddy must be powerful to get you in here. But once I expose you, security will drag you out by your hair!"

She was convinced Evelyn had slept her way in. No way would high society tolerate a gold-digging divorcee like her.

Evelyn's lips curled in cold amusement. Before she could respond, Natalie Beaumont interjected, "Who's getting thrown out now?"

Sophia recognized the Lumière founder and rushed to slander Evelyn. "She's Nathan Blackwood's discarded ex-wife! A nobody from nowhere! She doesn't belong here!"

Natalie's gaze turned glacial. "You're the ones leaving." Her eyes flicked to Vanessa with open contempt. "I don't recall sending either of you invitations. Shall I call security?"

Vanessa panicked. "She's Nathan Blackwood's sister! We got tickets from a friend - we didn't sneak in!"

Natalie laughed sharply. "I didn't even invite the CEO of Blackwood Industries, let alone some random relative."

Sophia's face burned as if slapped. Her social standing evaporated in that moment.

"And which 'friend' gave you tickets?" Natalie continued icily. "They'll be banned from all future events."

Vanessa flinched under Natalie's hostility. Desperate, she pointed at Evelyn. "What about her? Why does she get to stay?"

Evelyn arched a perfect brow. Natalie smirked. "Clearly you missed my interview. Evelyn Sinclair is co-founder and partner of Lumière. Meaning she owns this event."

Both women froze, their expressions shifting from shock to horror - a transformation more entertaining than the runway show itself.

Evelyn's lips curved into a cold smile. "Now, would you like to leave voluntarily? Or shall we make it a public spectacle?"