Revenge Wears My Ring novel Chapter 253

A single figure emerged from the column of light, gliding gracefully into everyone’s view.

Gwyneth wore a custom-made, ice-blue gown that trailed elegantly across the floor. The fabric shimmered with a subtle pearlescent sheen, as if she’d draped the Milky Way across her shoulders.

The dress was stunning in its simplicity, perfectly sculpted to accentuate her striking silhouette.

She wore a matching pale blue feathered mask, encrusted with tiny blue diamonds, veiling her face from the bridge of her nose upward.

Yet even with most of her face hidden, the delicate curve of her jaw, her full, red lips, the graceful arch of her swan-like neck, and her flawless, pale shoulders hinted at a beauty both distant and cold.

It was enough—more than enough—for everyone present to draw a single, unanimous conclusion.

She was breathtaking.

The moment she appeared, the room fell into a stunned, absolute silence. Then a wave of gasps and awed whispers swept through the crowd, impossible to contain.

Meanwhile, the livestream chat exploded in a frenzy:

[Oh my GOD! Nimbus is a woman?!]

[That figure! That aura! Absolutely flawless!]

[No way—I always thought she was some old man or a grumpy uncle! She’s so young?!]

[Mom, I’ve seen an actual goddess! Even with the mask on, you can tell she’s drop-dead gorgeous!]

[That poise, that presence—even without showing her face, she’s clearly a top-tier beauty!]

[Are designers this competitive now? Off-the-charts talent and looks to match?!]

[That blue mask is so mysterious and regal—she looks like the Ice Queen herself!]

Julian’s gaze was riveted to the figure under the spotlight on the second floor.

The ice-blue gown, the mask, the slender figure, the air of cool detachment—

All these elements together sparked a powerful, unsettling sense of familiarity.

It was uncanny.

The way she carried herself, the smallest gestures—how could it feel so much like Gwyneth?

The thought had barely formed before he forced it down.

No. Impossible.

He must be imagining things.

How could Gwyneth possibly be Nimbus?

She didn’t have what it took to be Nimbus.

If she did, he would know—wouldn’t he?

As Julian struggled with his thoughts, the host stepped in, breaking the awed silence:

“I’m sure everyone has plenty to say to our illustrious Master Nimbus. But first, let’s welcome Nimbus to deliver her opening remarks!”

Thunderous applause erupted. All eyes turned to the woman in blue.

Beneath the spotlight, Gwyneth accepted the microphone with composure.

She lowered her head slightly to adjust it, a small, familiar gesture that made Julian’s heart skip a beat.

Even that little habit…

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