The Fragrance Queen's Final Note novel Chapter 28

The charity gala was held in the Empyrean Hall, a sprawling ballroom nearly ten thousand square feet in size. The moment Stanley stepped inside, a crowd immediately gravitated toward him.

"Mr. Zimmer! I never expected to see you here. You usually skip this charity gala, don't you?"

A wealthy socialite beamed at him, practically tripping over himself to make conversation.

Soon, a steady stream of elites gathered around.

Stanley had zero interest in entertaining them; his gaze was locked entirely on Queenie's silhouette across the room.

The lighting had been terrible the night before, so he hadn't gotten a perfect look at her.

Now, beneath the blinding chandeliers, he took in every detail.

Her luminous porcelain skin seemed almost translucent under the lights.

The delicate curve of her collarbone, the elegant slope of her shoulders, and the graceful lines of her arms were flawless.

Her light ash-blonde hair cascaded loosely down her back, and her makeup was minimal—just a soft, muted rose tint on her lips.

To anyone looking, Queenie was a portrait of distant, untouchable elegance.

Her beauty wasn't loud or demanding; it was quiet and detached.

Like a silent winter snowfall.

Before you even realized it, everything around you had changed.

Across the room, Queenie remained completely oblivious to the intense stare fixed on her.

She genuinely despised events like this.

Watching Zander put on his fake smiles, swapping business cards with executives, and spewing empty flattery was profoundly exhausting.

"Queenie."

A voice called out from behind her.

She turned and was surprised to see her uncle, Perry Xylon.

She walked over to him, glancing around to confirm no other family members were present.

"Uncle Perry, isn't this a financial networking gala? What are you doing here?" she asked, bewildered.

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