Isabel had expected Selena to be there.
She was, after all, the apple of Adrian’s eye.
But because old Mrs. Blackwell wasn't fond of her, Isabel had assumed Adrian wouldn't let Selena make such a high-profile appearance at the birthday party.
She had underestimated the extent of Adrian's affection for Selena.
When she looked over, she was nearly blinded by Selena's couture gown and the jewels around her neck.
Selena was wearing a white gown from a famous luxury brand, hand-embroidered with diamonds. The fabric draped perfectly, hugging her curvaceous figure.
Her jewelry was from the same brand, and her hair was styled in a simple, low ponytail.
Elegant and graceful.
It suited her well and was undeniably eye-catching.
But Isabel felt nothing. She stepped aside to make her phone call.
Selena, however, insisted on approaching her. “Isabel, why are you standing out here? Did Grandma not arrange for someone to pick you up? She should have at least sent you an invitation. Did you forget it? It’s okay, I can take you in. Adrian’s in the car too.”
Of course, Isabel didn’t need an invitation.
She had tried calling old Mrs. Blackwell’s butler, Robert, but he hadn't answered.
He was probably busy.
She hadn’t expected to be stopped by security.
Since it was a celebratory occasion, she decided not to make a fuss.
She walked around the front of the car and got into the passenger seat.
The security guard was stunned. He stopped Selena as she was about to get in. “Is she your friend?”
Selena smiled gently. “Yes, she is.”
The guard was about to say more when he saw Mr. Blackwell in the car, his gaze cold and displeased.
He immediately bowed and scraped, holding the door for Selena and helping her in.
He even closed the door for her considerately.

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