A False Heiresss Guide To Love And Power - Chapter 430

Chapter 430 Chapter 431 Even so, Joyce was still taken aback by the dazzling opulence as she stepped inside. "Lessie, is all of this real gold?" she whispered. Alessia smirked. "Yes, it is." Joyce swallowed hard, instinctively hunching her shoulders. "Already intimidated?" Alessia teased, making Joyce realize she was once again falling into the habit of comparing herself to others. "Not at all!" Joyce protested, though she could feel her nerves tightening. "Come on.

The party's on the top floor-we'll need to take another elevator." As Alessia spoke, a server approached and offered to show them the way. Alessia explained why they were there, and after checking their invitation, the server gave a polite nod and led them to the elevator. Joyce kept close to Alessia, silent the whole way. She didn't have Alessia's easy confidence, but she listened to her friend's advice, straightened her back, and did her best to hide the inside her. muttering As the elevator numbers ticked higher, Joyce's hands grew cold and clammy.

Alessia glanced over and gave her arm a gentle squeeze-a small, almost childish gesture, but one that startled Joyce out of her anxious thoughts. They exchanged a look. Joyce couldn't help but let out a soft laugh, not even sure why she was laughing. Alessia's lips curled into a faint smile as she turned her gaze away. With a soft chime, the elevator doors slid open. Joyce understood that stepping through those doors meant entering a different world. "They're just people.

Nothing to be scared of, right?" she murmured, 10:03 Chapter 43 unsure if she was asking Alessia, herself, or no one in particular. "Exactly. Just people," Alessia replied. But she didn't open the doors. This wasn't her moment. Instead, she looked at Joyce, and Joyce, encouraged by Alessia's reassuring gaze, let out a shaky breath, closed her eyes for a split second, and pushed the doors open. Even though the sun had already set, the top floor was bright as day.

There wasn't a hint of cheapness to the décor-thick red carpets rolled out beneath their feet, flanked by elegant pastries and a tower of sparkling champagne. As they walked down the corridor, the distant sounds of music and laughter drifted toward them. Joyce glanced at the beautiful pastries, untouched and perfectly arranged, and pressed her lips together. It was in details like these that the differences between people became obvious. The first slice of cake she ever had was in college, a gift from Alessia and her friends.