"Who's the new girl? Never seen her before."
"No idea, but wow, she's gorgeous. Can't believe I didn't notice her at all before..."
"Pfft, isn't this the same 'washed-up housewife' you guys were talking about earlier? You called that face washed-up?"
"What? That’s Mrs. Smith?!"
All at once, the awestruck stares turned to shock.
Some people couldn't help but shift their gazes between Camila Davis and Sandra Taylor, sizing them up.
Honestly, Mrs. Smith was every bit as stunning as Sandra Taylor—maybe even more so.
If she’s not the frumpy wife we thought, then why is Mr. Smith always out and about with someone else?
Some folks started looking at the trio with thinly veiled curiosity and a hint of mischief.
Sandra Taylor felt the shift immediately, her expression almost cracking. She shot a quick glance at Jordan Smith, hoping to read some reassurance in his eyes.
But that only made things worse. Jordan was staring at Camila Davis—really staring, with a look that held a flicker of surprise and something dangerously close to admiration.
Jealousy and panic flashed across Sandra’s face.
What’s so special about her? It’s just a little makeup and a dress. Who knows, maybe she came here just to turn heads.
And how did she even get into this exclusive event?
Lucas Smith was there, too. He’d seen his brother with Sandra Taylor earlier and had no plans to interfere—until he spotted Camila Davis.
His brows knit together. He strode over. “Who let her in here?”
Jordan snapped back to attention.
Sandra managed to plaster on a pleasant smile, but her eyes glittered coldly. “I was surprised too. Tonight’s invitations were nearly impossible to get—The Smith Group only got three! Oh, and just earlier, Jordan’s invite went missing... unless—”

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