A Reborn Bride Pearl Emerging from Dust novel Chapter 933

“What’s with that look?” Blythe was practically fuming.

Calliope hadn’t expected anyone to mistake her identity, and she stood there, momentarily dumbfounded.

“I’m sorry, you must have me confused with someone else. I’m not their daughter,” she said crisply, cutting in before Jett or Mrs. White had a chance to respond.

The man let out a laugh. “Come on, Ms. White, you’re too funny. You look so much like Mr. and Mrs. White—it’s impossible that you’re not their daughter!”

Calliope fell silent, at a loss for words.

See? Even a complete stranger could see the resemblance. Yet her own birth parents had failed to recognize her.

She instinctively glanced over at Jett and Mrs. White.

Jett looked as though he was about to say something when Blythe suddenly swept in, looping her arm through his. “Dad, what’s going on?” she asked, feigning casualness.

The man who had just addressed them looked utterly blindsided. He stared at Jett, then at Blythe, and finally at Calliope, puzzlement plain on his face.

“I—I really made a mistake?” He’d never heard Jett had two daughters, so obviously the woman on his arm must be the real daughter. Mortified, he rushed to apologize. “I’m so sorry, I completely misunderstood!”

“I could have sworn—” He glanced again between Calliope and Mrs. White, then to Blythe, clearly mystified by how the actual daughter looked nothing like her parents, while the woman he’d mistaken for their child was practically their mirror image.

Tonight, Calliope wore a gown that was simple in design but crafted so elegantly that she outshone almost everyone else in the room. With Portia at her side and a lively entourage that included celebrities and heirs to international fortunes, it was obvious she was among her own kind here.

Some of the people in her group were exactly the types Valerian had long hoped to connect with but never managed to approach. He watched in amazement as Calliope mingled with them so naturally—laughing, chatting, clearly fitting in as if she’d known them for years.

How on earth had she managed it?

As Calliope and her friends found their seats, they continued their animated conversation, their easy laughter making it clear how close they were. Every so often, guests would approach to greet them, further cementing their place at the center of the social scene.

Valerian watched, unable to hide his envy, and leaned toward Horatio. “That man with her—Mr. Larson—he’s exactly the sort of contact we’ve been trying to make. How does she even know him? And if we try to approach, do you think she’ll go out of her way to block us?”