Return of the Crowned Heiress (Felicia)

That evening, the banquet hall was alight with festivities. The grand hall was filled with laughter and clinking glasses. Kayla thrived in the attention, basking in the glow of compliments from her guests. She had invited a big group of her coursemates and friends. In the college, anyone with an average family background who received an invitation from Kayla was overjoyed. After all, the Fullers were the wealthiest in Khogend. They were eager to attend such eye-opening events. It was an opportunity to expand their connections and potentially mingle with people from a higher social class.

Then, there were people like Olivia, part of the city's elite herself, who also got an invite. Unlike others, Olivia had zero interest in going. But in the world of high society, family ties and business partnerships often ran deep. Her family owned one of the biggest catering chains in the city and had plenty of business dealings with the Fullers.

Even though Olivia wasn't interested in attending at all, her parents insisted, practically pushing her out the door. So, skipping Kayla's birthday banquet wasn't an option. Watching Kayla revel in the praise of sycophants, she rolled her eyes. "Oh, please," she muttered under her breath.

Kayla was hard to miss, draped in an extravagant custom-designed white gown that shimmered under the lights like a cascade of diamonds.

"Isn't that the latest spring collection from a high-end designer brand?" One guest gasped. "I heard it hasn't even hit the stores yet! Kayla's so lucky to wear it first."

"Forget the dress," another chimed in. "Look at her jewelry! That necklace alone was auctioned for an astronomical price. And the rest of her set-it's a collector's dream!"

Kayla covered her mouth with a delicate laugh. "You're all too kind! Honestly, I lose track of these things sometimes. I even misplaced a few pieces the other day. Can you believe it?"

The crowd fell silent. Her nonchalant boasting was hard to relate to for those whose families weren't swimming in wealth.

One of the women let out a nervous laugh to break the awkward silence. "So, Kayla, is Mr. Lawson coming tonight? I mean, he's your boyfriend, so he's gotta make an appearance, right?" Kyla nodded, her confidence radiating. "Of course, he'll be here."

In truth, Arnold had initially declined her invitation, citing work commitments. But when she casually mentioned that Felicia's birthday was the same day, he abruptly changed his mind and agreed to attend.

That realization had stoked Kayla's simmering anger into a full-blown rage. The fact that her supposed boyfriend cared more about Felicia than her was intolerable.

There was no way she could let Felicie remain a threat-she had to go. The only question was whether Shawn had managed to pull it off yet.

Hiding her impatience, Kayla kept her composure and flashed bright smiles as she greeted the guests around her. This was her night, after all. She moved effortlessly through the grand ballroom. She was the center of attention, basking in all the glamor and admiration.Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

Myra watched Kayla with a satisfied smile from across the room. Yet thoughts of Felicia crept into her mind. She called over one of the maids. "Have you seen Felicia?"

"Ms. Felicia went out this afternoon and hasn't returned yet," the maid replied.

"Oh my... This girl," Myra muttered, her brows knitting together in mild frustration. Just as she reached for her phone to call, the maid suddenly perked up and smiled brightly. "Mrs. Fuller, Ms. Felicia is back!"

The cold from outside followed

Felicia as she stepped through the door. The warmth of the heated room greeted her, and she casually shrugged off her coat, letting it

drape over her arm. Dres 9 it

simple yet stylish

in a

hoodie and

loose-fitting jeans, her effortless look highlighted her tall, elegant frame.

Her natural grace and perfect proportions made anything she wore look runway-ready.

Her long hair

was

tied back into a

casual ponytail, emphasizing the

delicate features of her petite, flawless face. Her clear, cool eyes swept across the room with an air of laid-back confidence, giving her an almost untouchable vibe.

One of the maids chuckled, turning to Myra. "Mrs. Fuller, Ms. Felicia really does look just like you."