Shattered Vows: Call Me Auntie Now novel Chapter 73

Quinn wore a vintage crimson jacquard gown, its tailored high collar accentuating her elegant neck.

The cinched waist highlighted her breathtaking curves, and the satin fabric shimmered delicately under the lights, making her skin look incredibly luminous.

A vibrant green emerald bracelet circled her wrist. With every step, she radiated a sophisticated allure.

The moment she appeared, her effortless grace overshadowed the superficial glamour of the entire room.

Beside her, Tara looked sharp and fierce in a pristine white skirt suit.

The two of them commanded the room's attention effortlessly.

Dante stared at Quinn, a flash of pure awe crossing his eyes.

A pang of regret followed. He suddenly felt that all the years she had spent by his side had only hidden her true brilliance.

Was this why she resented him so much?

Watching her and Tara take their seats three rows ahead to his left, Dante made a silent vow to keep a close eye on whatever caught her fancy today.

No matter what it was or how much it cost, he would win it for her.

Tara had spotted Dante the moment they walked in.

Once they were seated, she nudged Quinn's arm.

"You saw your deadbeat ex, right?"

Tara lowered her voice, leaning in close. "That two-faced Vivienne is sitting right next to him. He's probably gearing up to drop millions just to impress her."

In Tara's eyes, Dante was nothing but a blind fool.

Throwing away a perfect woman like Quinn for a manipulative fake like Vivienne was a joke.

He deserved to get scammed by her in the end.

Quinn had obviously seen them, but Dante's intentions and Vivienne's scheming meant absolutely nothing to her now.

Her expression remained serene, her gaze never once drifting in their direction.

"Let them be. I'm not here for them."

Tara gave her a discrete thumbs-up. "Look at you, totally unbothered. That's my best friend."

As Riverton's unofficial gossip queen, her intel was never wrong.

Right before the auction started, Lillian Quincy walked in, wearing a deep green gown, her arm linked with a middle-aged man.

They took their seats at the very front.

The initial items were antique paintings and calligraphy, which Quinn had no interest in, so she kept her paddle down.

Then, the spotlight suddenly shifted, illuminating a glass display case in the center of the stage.

"Next, ladies and gentlemen, we present the highlight of our auction—an exclusive, one-of-a-kind piece: The Ethereal Sonnet silk gown," the host announced with a bright smile.

As the attendant pulled back the velvet drape, a breathtaking dress was revealed, drawing gasps from the crowd.

The fabric was crafted from the highest grade of Riverton silk in a luxurious, misty white.

The collar, edges, and hem featured intricate, hand-stitched floral patterns in dark gold thread that had taken months to complete, radiating sheer elegance.

The tailored fit, high collar, and crescent sleeves were a masterclass in design. The golden threads caught the light, flowing like liquid moonlight. It was a masterpiece.