The next day, it was the birthday party of Jessica.
Eight o'clock in the evening, at the Hitz-Hardon Hotel.
Although the banquet was just beginning, most of the guests were already there.
In the lavishly decorated banquet hall, more than half of the most powerful figures of the city of Julio were gathered together under the exquisite crystal chandeliers, clanking and toasting.
Today, Jessica was dressed in a lilac tube top long dress with hand-made embroidery. The lining of the dress stopped precisely above her ankles, and on the outside were layers of soft yarn, sweeping on the ground, giving her an unworldly beauty.
Holding a glass of wine, she made her way through the crowd, greeting the guests one by one.
Her elegant movements and graceful manners made her exactly like some lady from a noble background.
Low bursts of praising words could be heard everywhere.
"Miss Dawson is elegant and beautiful. No wonder she's so popular in the entertainment industry."
"Sure, it's not just that she's beautiful, she's also got herself a good husband. Not everyone can marry the young master of the Miller family."
"She's indeed something herself. It's just been a few years and she's already in such a position. That's not easy."
"The Dawson family has been so lucky to have such a daughter. If they can join hands with the Miller family, they shall have no rivals in the entire city."
As the discussion continued in the hall, Jessica curled her lips in satisfaction.
After all, it was naturally something to feel proud of to be recognized.
The Dawsons at present were all smiling, and even Clara could not hide her pride anymore hearing all these compliments.
She looked around the hall and tilted her head to ask Philip, "Is Natalia here?"
Philip answered in a low voice, "Not yet."
Clara knit her brows swiftly.
Philip muttered next to her ear, "Mom, she wouldn't just lie to us, would she?"
"Probably not." Aleena herself was also somewhat worried, "Natalia always keeps her words. Maybe it's just the traffic. Or something happens to her. Should we call her?"
Philip sneered, "What can happen? We told her two days ago. What can possibly keep her until now? It's not the rash hour. What can be wrong with the traffic? I think she just won't come. She wants to make us all embarrassed."
Hearing this, Aleena could only force a smile.
"Actually, it doesn't really matter if she is not here. The other guests would be just fine. It's just Mrs. Wright...."
Mrs. Wright was the god mother of Kiera, Natalia's mother, and she was also the witness of the engagement of Natalia and Shawn.
The Wright family had quite a history in the city of Julio. Though they were not even nearly as powerful as they once were, they still had quite an influence, especially in the world of business.
After all, Mrs. Wright was from the Kawn family. Everyone in the Ambario knew they could never afford to cross the Kawn family.
Though Mrs. Wright had left the Kawn family many years ago, they had kept a connection with each other. The Dawson family sure knew better than to cross her.
The eyebrows of Clara were tightly knitted. After a while, she said in a low voice, "Call her. Ask her where she is. And tell her, if I can't see her in an hour, she will have to bear the consequences."
Philip immediately brightened and hurriedly agreed before he went aside to make the call.
At this moment, Mrs. Wright walked towards them with her grandson, Declan Wright.
"Why is Natalia not here yet? You told me Natalia gave up on the marriage herself, and that's why I'm here. But now she's not here. Won't you lie to me, will you?"
Clara hurried force a bright smile on her face, as if begging, "How come? How dare we ever lie to you? Natalia just called us. She's now in a traffic jam. It might take a little longer for her to be here. Let's wait a bit, and she will explain to you."
Mrs. Wright swept her glance over the family and scoffed coldly.
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