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Chapter Two Hundred And Seventy–Six: Something Like Pride.
The entrance of the gala was already alive before the main guests arrived. Lights flashed from every corner, cameras lifted and lowered in quick succession, and reporters stood at the edge of the red carpet, waiting for something worth talking about.
A sleek black car rolled to a stop at the front, and almost immediately, the atmosphere shifted. Security stepped forward first, clearing just enough space before the door opened.
Dreston Tremont stepped out. He looked exactly as expected. Composed. Impeccable. Untouchable.
Then Tina Ackley followed. She stepped out with confidence, her posture straight, her chin slightly lifted as if she already owned the space she had just entered. Her hand slipped naturally around Dreston’s arm, claiming her position without hesitation.
That was all the reporters needed. They surged forward. “Mr. Tremont! Is it true you left Cassienne for Miss Ackley?”
“Were you already in a relationship before your marriage ended?”
“Is this about Corren Thornwyck?”
“Did Cassienne betray you first?”
Questions came from every direction, overlapping, loud, desperate for a reaction.
Dreston kept walking. He didn’t slow down or turn his head. His expression remained calm, unreadable, as if none of it mattered.
But beside him, Tina stopped, just slightly and enough. Then she turned to them. A faint smile touched
her lips as she faced the cameras.
“Well,” she began, her voice smooth, controlled, “Dreston and I have known each other for a long time. Long before Cassienne ever came into the picture.”
The reporters leaned in. Cameras focused.
Tina continued, her smile steady. “Sometimes, people come into your life at the wrong time. What matters is recognizing the right moment when it finally comes.”
She paused briefly. “And Dreston simply made the right decision at the right time.”
That was enough. The murmurs began immediately. Speculations. Reactions. Headlines are already forming in real time.
Dreston turned his head slightly. He looked at her. And for a brief second, the displeasure in his eyes was clear. Yet, he said nothing. But it was there.
Tina noticed it. But she chose to ignore it.
Before the reporters could press further, another car arrived.
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The shift was instant. Heads turned. Cameras redirected. Voices changed. A bodyguard stepped out of the front seat and looked around briefly. Then, he opened the door. And Cassienne Rhodes stepped out.
The reaction was immediate. This was not forced, or staged. It was real and live. Cheers rose from the crowd behind the barricades.
Fans pressed forward, their voices loud, unfiltered, filled with excitement. “We love you, Cassienne!”
“You’re the best!”
“Cassienne is always right!”
“Nullwraith! Nullwraith!”
Signs were lifted high, flowers waved in the air, phones raised to capture every second.
Cassienne paused for a moment. Not because she needed to. But because she chose to.
She stepped forward, her fur shawl resting elegantly over her shoulders, blending seamlessly with the gown beneath it. The look was refined, powerful, and effortless. Nothing about her felt rushed or uncertain.
She lifted her hand and waved. The crowd responded louder. She smiled. Then blew them a kiss.
That simple gesture was enough to send them into another wave of excitement.
Her bodyguards moved carefully around her, creating space without disrupting the moment. They were precise, controlled, ensuring she remained protected while allowing her presence to reach the people
who came for her.
Behind the barricade, the reporters tried again. “Cassienne! What do you have to say about Dreston’s engagement?”
“Is it true you were involved with Corren Thornwyck?”
“Did your marriage end because of him?”
“Are you going to respond to Tina’s statement?”
Cassienne heard them. Of course she did. But she did not stop. She did not turn, and she did not answer. Because some things did not deserve her voice.
A few steps away, Tina stood watching. This time, her smile was gone. Her eyes followed Cassienne carefully, taking in every detail. The confidence. The reaction. The way the crowd moved for her without being told.
It was not an admiration. It was something else. It was pure jealousy. And beside her, Dreston remained still.
His gaze rested on Cassienne. And for a moment, everything else faded. He saw her, and not the noise. Not the crowd either. But just her, the woman he loved.
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And something settled in his chest. Something like pride. She had stepped into this, and she owned it. She made it hers, and he could not even stand beside her.
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