(Author’s POV)
"Yes, no hiding anymore," Myra’s eyes glinting with determination and single mindedness.
"Your lipstick it’s a little smudged on the corners. Here~, you can use this one," the kind stranger offered, bringing Myra back from her internal tussle. "It’s almost the same shade as yours, and you can rest assured, I haven’t used it yet."
Myra didn’t decline her this time. "Thank you, then," she gave her a polite smile, took it, and applied it. It was a tad bit darker than the original one she was wearing, but it made her look more alluring and glamorous than the previous one.
The lady winked, "It really suits you, Miss~ ...... What may I call you?" the kind woman inquired. Her voice dripped with nothing but politeness.
"I am Myra Miracle. You can just call me by my name," Myra extended her hand and gave her a curt smile.
"Nice to meet you, Myra. I am Amy Garcia. You can just call me, Amy as well," Amy introduced herself with a beaming, radiant smile. She was about to say something more, but her phone buzzed, interrupting them. She made a regretful face and said, "Ohh~ I apologize, but I need to go. Here is my card. Save my number. I will see you some other time, Myra," saying this, she departed.
As she walked away, Myra stared at her retreating figure until she completely disappeared out of her sight. The stranger yet kind woman was oddly friendly towards her, which was a welcoming surprise for Myra. And~ from what Myra could perceive, she looked around the same age as Sandra Miracle. Though she looked much more refined, elegant, and opulent in her gold sequin fishtail dress.
Myra somehow felt as if she had met this person somewhere. There was this strange feeling she couldn’t really pinpoint.
Tearing her gaze away from the lady, Myra shifted her attention to the fancy, clearwater blue card in her hand. It had Amy’s full name and her contact details. No designation no title was mentioned in it.
Myra kept it in her purse. Somehow, without mingling much and in between all the chaotic situations, she had acquired two cards. The people attending today were all affluent and well connected, so that was some achievement.
With her newfound confidence, Myra walked out of the restroom and returned back to be by Prof. Mitchell’s side. He was waiting for her at the exact, same spot where she left.
"Good that you are back," Oswald remarked.
Myra’s eyes drifted onto the stage where the three Everests siblings were standing, the aura around them was respectable and dominating. Every single eye in the room was on them, as if they were mesmerized by their emanation of pervasive quality. At least that’s what Myra thought.
But truthfully and quite clearly, not everyone was pleased to see the Everests there. A few of them were from the Vampire Clan, whom Jacob had mentioned, while some were Everests Corporation’s direct rivals. And~ ... There were a couple of people who saw them as their sworn enemies. All their eyes were filled with fury, frustration, and evident malice.
Myra could not take her eyes off of the boys. Somehow, her heart was thumping loudly in her chest. There was this sudden adrenaline rush, she didn’t know the reason for.
At that time, Brave was behind the microphone, looking every bit of his sublime self. His deep blue, pinstriped double breasted suit jacket with neat, white trousers and paired with an ivory shirt and blue tie, made him look polished and regal in every way possible.
The way he was delivering his words, the authority he held was something awe inspiring as everyone was listening to his words with utmost focus. Dion and Elio were standing a few paces behind him, but were clearly visible.
Dion was in the same attire when he met Elisa earlier in the hallway, and as for Elio, he opted for a more casual look than his two elder brothers. He was in a light grey blazer with the same colored pants and a black round collared shirt.
They all were looking supernal in their own unique way.
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’First of all, I don’t understand why this parade is happening? And second, and most importantly, why is this~ ...... I mean, Secretary Queens with us? Is she also a special invitee?’ Elio was a little irritated by this grand an entry. It was too eye catching and annoying for someone simple like him. HE was venting to his brothers via mind link.
’Yes, Brave. I want to know it too. Why is this girl glued to our side?’ Dion added. He was irked by Elisa’s earlier comments and didn’t want to mingle with her at all.

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