He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 316

The Metropolis International Convention Center was ablaze with light, swarming with high society's elites.

The annual charity art auction gala was the absolute pinnacle event for the city's upper echelon.

With designer gowns trailing and champagne flutes clinking, every inch of the venue screamed aristocratic extravagance and class.

The atmosphere of the gala hit its first major peak when the most anticipated guest of the night finally made her entrance.

Under the blinding spotlights, Sienna Sawyer stepped onto the red carpet in a sweeping, starlit evening gown custom-made by a top French designer.

The fabric was dusted with thousands of crushed diamonds, shimmering under the lights like she was wearing the Milky Way itself.

She opted for minimal makeup, her luminous skin and pristine features accentuating her unique, untouchable elegance.

By her side stood Lucas Lowery, looking perfectly polished in a white tuxedo.

Trailing behind them were Arthur and Evelyn Sullivan, beaming with pride.

"It's K! She actually came!"

"My god, she's even more stunning in person! Her aura is insane!"

"Is that really the Sullivans' newly found daughter? Talk about striking gold!"

The media's camera flashes erupted in a relentless strobe. Every single guest in the room found their gaze magnetically drawn to the confident, radiant woman commanding the floor.

She was no longer the broken Sienna who needed to hide under someone else's wing. She was standing at the absolute center of the world stage as K, the artist.

She smiled gracefully for the cameras, nodding in greeting, every single movement so effortlessly poised that she seemed born for a night like this.

Just then, a massive commotion broke out near the entrance.

The crowd parted automatically as a gloomy, hollowed figure walked in, flanked by a phalanx of bodyguards in black suits.

It was Grant Gauthier.

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