Chapter 483

Chapter 483:

She peeled back the layers to reveal several smaller boxes nested inside.

The first, a sleek black velvet box, sealed with a ribbon, held a pair of dazzling emerald earrings inside.

These gems shone with unmatched clarity, their surface flawless and inviting.

Next, she uncovered a bracelet, a perfect match to the earrings, its touch warm and comforting.

Beneath that, a slightly bigger box cradled a chic pearl clutch. Crafted with soft blue fabric and sprinkled with petite, gleaming pearls, it screamed sophistication.

The last and largest box, nestled at the bottom, contained a pair of high heels, cradled in soft velvet.

These pristine white shoes, adorned with tiny golden phoenixes, were the epitome of understated elegance.

Clearly, these were not just gifts; they were thoughtful complements to her dress for the upcoming evening.

The benefactor was unmistakably Bobby. Only he knew about her dress for the banquet.

Impressed with his impeccable taste, Fernanda’s thoughts were interrupted by a buzz from her phone—a message from Bobby on WhatsApp: “Fernanda, I’ll pick you up at five tomorrow afternoon.”

She quickly typed back, “Five works perfectly. Thanks for the surprises!” Bobby shot back a quick reply. “That quick? They’re really on the ball.”

Setting her phone aside, Fernanda dove back into her programming.

But not long after, another package made its way to her doorstep.

This time, it was a dark brown collared coat, perfect for the chilly weather outside. Although she had her own coat, the superior fabric of Bobby’s gift was too tempting to pass up.

She resolved to square up with Bobby for the expenses after the banquet.

The following day, after a light breakfast and a refreshing nap, Fernanda began her preparations.

Her makeup was subtle, meant to highlight her features without overshadowing her natural beauty.

She gathered her lustrous, flowing hair into a neat low bun at the back of her head and slipped on the elegant accessories Bobby had sent. Content with her reflection—elegant, poised, and radiating quiet luxury—she checked the time. It was nearly five.

Clutch in hand, she donned her coat and made her way downstairs.

Just then, Ector stepped out of his room, and his eyes immediately lit up at the sight of Fernanda, his look one of pure, unspoken admiration. In Ector’s eyes, Fernanda was the epitome of understated chic, usually donning attire that echoed her scholarly pursuits rather than the glitz of high society.

Yet, tonight marked a departure from the norm.

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