To Ann, Celia was her dearest friend in the world.
After all, that afternoon, the two of them had spent hours chatting away in a cozy corner of the café.
And when it came time to leave, Celia had made a point of adding Ann on WhatsApp.
But that wasn’t all.
Celia had even invited her to visit the Palmer family’s castle estate.
And who was Celia?
She was the most beloved daughter of the Palmer family—Valerium’s most prestigious noble house.
In The Capital, countless people would do anything just for the chance to meet Celia, never mind actually getting to know her. Most could only dream of seeing her, let alone calling her a friend.
But Ann? She’d not only met Celia, she’d become her closest confidante.
The more Ann thought about it, the more exhilarated she felt; pride sparkled in her eyes.
With Celia as her trump card, Ann was determined to host this afternoon tea. It was her chance to show Daniel just how remarkable she was.
Could Caitlin ever become friends with Celia? Not a chance. Caitlin wouldn’t just fail to get close—she’d probably become Celia’s least favorite person.
Ann hadn’t been able to attend last night’s gala, but she was certain it had been a spectacle. No doubt, by now, Caitlin’s social reputation in the Neon Spire set was already in shambles.
Just wait—Ann’s time was coming. Her era was about to begin.
Amanda paused, blinking in surprise as she looked at Ann. “Which Miss Palmer are you talking about?”
Ann smiled. “Who else? The eldest daughter of the Palmer family—Valerium’s most distinguished house.”
Amanda’s eyes widened, and she struggled to process what she’d just heard. It took several seconds before she finally composed herself, licking her lips nervously. “Ann, are you saying the Palmer family from Valerium? The number one?”
“That’s right.” Ann nodded, her pride barely contained.
Amanda wasn’t the only one bursting with pride; she was positively glowing with it herself.
The Palmer family! In all of The Capital, perhaps only her precious daughter could boast such a friendship.
“Ann, you’re incredible!” Amanda exclaimed, then hesitated, lowering her voice. “But I heard Miss Palmer is… well, a little eccentric. Are you sure she’d actually lower herself to attend our tea party?”
Celia’s temper was hardly a secret. The media often joked that if she weren’t born into nobility, she’d have been run out of town long ago.
So Amanda was nervous. What if Celia decided not to show up?


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