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The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 841
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Chapter 841: "I also heard rumors that she has been learning directly under the mysterious designer Corry!" "So, she is Corry's student?" "That seems to be the case." As the murmurs intensified, Ivy strode directly to Corrine's side. A soft smile curved her lips as she spoke. "Apologies, Miss Holland. I am late." The air grew thick with anticipation.

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The once-jeering voices quieted, and an eerie silence settled over the room. All eyes were on Corrine. Could she really be the mysterious designer Corry? Danna, who had moments ago stood tall with arrogance, suddenly felt as though she had been doused in ice water.

The confidence Danna had so carefully constructed crumbled beneath the weight of doubt. Her fingers clenched at her sides, her complexion paling as unease crawled up her spine.

Corrine, however, remained calm. She turned her gaze toward Ivy, her tone unshaken. "Did you bring it?" Ivy nodded. "It has been ready for a while." For years, she had remained at Redamancg, all for the chance to be close to her idol. Corry was a legend, a visionary unlike any other. As the industry often said—one could never predict what fantastical world Corry's mind would weave next, yet tand again, their designs left the world in awe.

Ivy had always dreamed of the day Corrine would reveal her true identity to the world. Now that the long- awaited moment had finally arrived, how could she not be thrilled? Corrine's gaze drifted toward the box Ivy had brought with her. “Turn off the lights.” "Got it." Fresh content live on galIvy sprang into action, flipping the switch without hesitation. This was it-the highlight of the night.

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Corrine turned slightly, her eyes locking onto Nate, who stood behind her. "Could you lend a hand?" Nate inclined his head, a small smirk playing on his lips. "It would be my pleasure."

With practiced ease, they lifted the lid and carefully unveiled the gown. A collective gasp rippled through the crowd. Whether it was the designer's brilliande lop sheer Nor sheer imagination, the moment the gown was fully revealed, it seemed to shimmer with an ethereal glow-like something straight out of a fairy tale, reminiscent of Cinderella's enchanted ball gown.

Sleek and minimalist in design, the gown exuded understated elegance, yet every stitch, every fold, everym intricate detail whispered of unparalleled craftsmanship. Anyone with an eye for fashion could see it instantly-this was leagues above the dress Danna wore.

The glow was no trick of technology, but the result of masterful artistry were cells Woven into the fabric siiven three delicate N silver threads, catching the light in a way that made the entire piece seem almost otherworldly.