Unmasking the Heiress

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Before Evangeline could get a word in, Roslyn's voice crackled through the phone, fiery and fierce.

"Last night's drama? I've heard it all. That jerk Walter has quite the audacity, alright! You're about to kick him to the curb, and he's got the nerve to say you can't see other guys? The nerve!"

Roslyn's tirade against Walter was relentless, and she barely paused for air. "Evie, don't waste your tears on that loser. The world's full of decent guys. So what if you want to date a younger guy? If Walter's got a problem with it, we'll just find you a whole lineup!" That might be overkill, thought Evangeline. Nevertheless, the rant did take the edge off her mood.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Without giving Evangeline a chance to chime in, Roslyn barreled on. "Where are you? Leave tonight to me. I'm throwing you a singles bash. Sure, finding someone richer or hotter than Walter might be tough, but there's a sea of guys who are sweeter and know how to treat a woman right. Be at Kronovia Royale Pub at eight, and let's swing open the doors to your new life.'

The line went dead, Evangeline shook her head, a smile tugging at her lips. Classic Roslyn-if she was not ready by seven, Roslyn's car would be thundering outside, ready to whisk her away.

A drink to toast to her fresh start, huh? Why not?

After her marriage to Walter, she had played the part of the perfect lady of the Gordon household, and her days as the queen of the club scene had become a distant memory.

Evangeline's lips, painted a bold red, curled into a slight smile as she smoothly turned the wheel, her car cutting through the night toward the illustrious Kronovia Royale Pub.

As darkness fell, Kronovia Royale Pub reigned as the grandest and most opulent bar in the north,

unrivaled in its splendor.

Roslyn came from a family of successful merchants with deep pockets, so a place like that was nothing more than a light drizzle to her.

The bar was teeming with patrons. Roslyn, in a sultry wine-red dress with delicate straps, effortlessly showcased her stunning figure, her bare back accented with a playful silk bow, blending allure with a dash of whimsy. She was the center of attention, flanked by attractive men and women, like a moon circled by stars.

Roslyn's bubbly personality shone through, especially after a few drinks. A bit buzzed, she sang praises for

the lyricist behind her success.

"Listen up, my friend is an absolute genius. She's got talent to spare and wrote all my chart-

toppers! I'm introducing her to you guys today. Too bad she got played by a total jerk. Make sure you give her a warm welcome! Show her that there's still real kindness in the world. Now, let's raise a glass to that!" Roslyn's smash hits had always been released anonymously, leaving countless others clamoring to find the elusive genius behind the words. Today, to everyone's delight, Roslyn was finally ready to reveal the identity of that enigmatic lyricist. The room buzzed with Roslyn's friends from the entertainment industry, all hoping to collaborate with the mysterious wordsmith. After all, a song penned by her might just skyrocket them to stardom across the

country.

"Look who's here! Evie, over here!" Roslyn called out, spotting Evangeline making her entrance. Evangeline, with her towering height and a dark blue gown glittering with rhinestones, cut a striking figure that made her the center of attention, oozing glamor and an aristocratic charm.

In a world filled with beauties and stars, she was in a league of her own.

Gone was the facade of meekness she once wore. Standing before them was the Foster family's very own princess, Evangeline, back after a long absence.

It was no surprise that Roslyn, no stranger to the company of the good-looking and the glamorous, was completely taken by Evangeline's presence. The bar fell into a hush as Evangeline's dazzling arrival turned heads.

Roslyn had only hinted at her enigmatic songwriting partner, but nobody imagined she would be such a knockout,

With a quick jog, Roslyn reached Evangeline and looped her arm through hers, the pair instantly becoming the crowning jewel of the Kronovia Royale Pub.

As Roslyn introduced Evangeline around, the crowd of party veterans welcomed her warmly. Evangeline mingled with ease, encircled by a bevy of charming young men, their laughter echoing over clinking glasses and playful banter. Unbeknownst to the revelers, Walter was ensconced in a plush private room with Caden.