The Billionaire Ex-Wife and the Beggar He Became novel Chapter 93

All eyes in the room had turned, wide and unblinking, as Winona entered, and Yves Prescott couldn't help but let a small smile play at the corner of his lips.

Winona always had impeccable taste.

To be fair, she could make anything look good—she had the kind of figure that transformed even the simplest outfit into something striking.

He hadn't noticed her beauty the first few times they met. Back then, he'd seen her tangled up in that mess with Julian and assumed she was plain, perhaps even unpleasant to look at.

Especially that day after the car accident—her clothes on backwards, skin sallow, dark circles under her eyes. She'd looked a wreck, no two ways about it.

Thinking back, something terrible must have happened to her that day. No one would otherwise let themselves go like that.

But tonight was different.

Winona had chosen a crisp black-and-white ensemble: a tailored black blazer paired with flowing white trousers and simple black flats. Before leaving, she'd let the boutique stylist pull her hair back into a sleek, low ponytail that grazed her back.

The effect was sharp, clean, and quietly powerful.

She looked polished and self-assured, the picture of understated maturity.

All she wore by way of makeup was a touch of lipstick—and when she slipped off her black-rimmed glasses, her face seemed to light up: fresh, striking, beautiful, with a calm, effortless grace.

Yves Prescott noticed something almost androgynous about her appeal—an elegant bearing that none of the other women in the room possessed.

Not even Felicity.

For the longest time, he'd thought Felicity was the epitome of confidence and vibrancy, a woman who radiated life.

But now, seeing Winona, he realized there was a deeper, more compelling energy to her beauty—something raw and genuine that seemed to cut right through the surface.

In the ten minutes they'd spent picking out dresses and helping her three tagalongs with their own outfits, he hadn't had a chance to ask her much else.

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