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Trapped with My Billionaire Ex-Husband by Mariya Mercedes

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Chapter 35

BLAIRE

“Wooow!” escaped from both Roman and Celia in unison as I emerged from the fitting room wearing

the gown that I tried on a while ago. The transformation was complete, and this time, my hair and

makeup were perfectly done. Roman, the mastermind. behind the entire ensemble, had spared no

effort to make me look stunning.

Roman, beaming with pride, remarked, “You look absolutely breathtaking, Madam.”

Celia nodded in agreement, adding, “Mr. Foster won’t know what hit him. This revenge dress plan is a

genius idea.”

I couldn’t help but smile at their enthusiasm. “Thank you both. Your efforts mean a lot to me. Let’s make

tonight unforgettable.”

The gown hugged my figure gracefully, its intricate design and seductive silhouette. eliciting admiration

from my onlookers. Roman’s expertise in styling and Celia’s supportive gaze created an atmosphere of

excitement and confidence. The air was charged with the anticipation of a glamorous night ahead.

“Madam, you’re going to be the talk of the town tonight, Roman exclaimed, his excitement palpable.

“This revenge plan is going to be legendary!”

I chuckled, appreciating Roman’s dedication to the scheme. “Well, I hope it at least makes a

statement,” I replied, trying to match his enthusiasm.

Celia chimed in, “Absolutely! No one will see it coming. You’re going to shine brighter. than anyone

there.”

As we made our way to the venue, the anticipation grew. The grandeur of the gala unfolded before us,

and I couldn’t help but feel a surge of empowerment in my perfectly tailored gown. The sparkling

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jewelry added a touch of opulence, and I was ready to navigate the crowd with grace and

determination.

As we entered the venue, heads turned, and whispers followed. Roman’s revenge dress plan was

indeed making an impact. The atmosphere buzzed with curiosity, and I relished the opportunity to

command attention.

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Roman leaned in, whispering, “Remember, Madam, confidence is your accessory tonight.”

I agreed with Roman and went outside to where the car was waiting for me. He suggested I have

someone drive me to the event. Getting into the car, I took a deep breath, getting ready for whatever

was about to come.

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As the car pulled away, I couldn’t shake off the nerves. The driver glanced at me through the rearview

mirror and said, “Nervous, ma’am?”

I chuckled nervously. “A bit. It’s been a while since I attended something like this.”

He smiled and said, “You’ll do great, ma’am. The gala is lucky to have you.”

I appreciated his kind words, but deep down, I couldn’t shake the sense of uncertainty about the

evening ahead. The car journey felt like a silent countdown to a moment I hadn’t fully prepared for.

Arriving at the gala venue, the grandeur of the event struck me. The red carpet. stretched like a path to

a world of glitz and glamour. Stepping out of the car, the dazzling lights and the buzz of excitement

enveloped me.

A familiar face from the event’s organizing team greeted me: “Madam, you look stunning tonight.

Everyone is looking forward to your presence.”

“Thank you,” I replied, mustering a smile. The weight of the diamond earrings and necklace felt foreign,

but I couldn’t deny the exquisite touch they added to the ensemble.

It takes us at least half an hour to reach the venue. Someone quickly walked towards our car and

opened the door for me. I stepped out of the car and started walking towards the entrance. As I entered

the room, the atmosphere hummed with a blend of elegance and anticipation. The room fell into a

hushed silence as I stepped inside, an invisible spotlight following my every move. Whispers swept

through the air like a gentle breeze, carrying the curiosity of those who had caught wind of the

orchestrated spectacle.

The weight of the elaborate gown clung to me, a constant reminder of the role I played in this intricate

plan. The gazes of the attendees felt like a tangible force, dissecting my every step, and I couldn’t

escape the awareness that all eyes were fixated on the woman who had become an unexpected focal

point of the evening.

“Your name, madam?” The coordinator inquired, a sense of formality hanging in the air.

“Blaire Fos–” I hesitated. Given my husband’s absence, there seemed little reason to carry his name

into this event. “Blaire Banks,” I declared as I introduced myself. The coordinator then proceeded to

announce my presence as I made my way towards the vibrant red carpet.

The atmosphere shifted, a fusion of curiosity and intrigue as attendees turned their attention to the

newcomer, who bore a name distinct from the expected. The whispers. that had lingered in the

periphery now gained momentum, weaving through the crowd like a clandestine dance.

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The coordinator’s voice echoed in the grandeur of the venue, marking my entrance into the spotlight.

The room, a tableau of elegance and sophistication, now held the unpredictable energy of a narrative

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unfolding beyond the script.

Following the announcement of my name, I quickly headed toward my assigned table. As I prepared to

sit down, I noticed a pair of intense, dark eyes focused on me- Sebastian’s. Surprisingly, his intense

gaze no longer affected me as it once did. He had no right to scrutinize me as if I were the one at fault,

considering he’s the one attending a party with another woman on his arm.

I deliberately brushed off Sebastian’s gaze, immersing myself in the lively atmosphere of the gala. The

buzz of conversation and music created a veneer of normalcy, masking the underlying tension. While

engaging in polite banter with fellow attendees, I remained acutely aware of Sebastian’s lingering eyes.

A server approached, offering a glass of champagne. Suddenly, a charismatic man named Alexander

joined our table, injecting new energy into the evening.

“Good evening. I couldn’t help but be captivated by your entrance. Mind if I join you?” His confidence

and charm shifted the dynamic, providing a welcome distraction from the turmoil beyond the gala.

Engrossed in our conversation, I momentarily set aside. the complexities surrounding Sebastian.

Surprised by the unexpected attention, I hesitated for a moment before offering at reserved smile. “Of

course, please have a seat.”

“I must say, you look stunning tonight, he remarked, his gaze lingering on me.

“Thank you,” I replied, the compliment mingling with the uncertainty that clung to the evening.

As Alexander shared anecdotes, laughter filled the air, and I contemplated the unexpected turn of

events. The gala, initially a backdrop for revenge, now unfolded as a stage for a burgeoning

connection. Yet, beneath the surface, my emotions churned with the reminder of unresolved issues

with Sebastian.

As if on cue, it hadn’t been long since Alexander shared a table with me when Sebastian and Catherine

approached our table.

“Mind if I share a table with my wife?” Sebastian unexpectedly interjected, catching everyone at the

table off guard.