Well, they did say, "Birds of a feather flock together.''


    This year''s charity banquet was hosted by an international luxury brand owner, a tradition they upheld annually in the country. The guest list was a who''s who of brand ambassadors and the hottest celebrities of the moment.


    But the stars were just one part of the evening''s constetion. The real luminaries were the elite socialites and heiresses - the true powerhouses of consumer spending. After all, these were the people who could actually afford the sparkly trinkets on disy, making them the brand''s most valued clients.


    Even with all the celebrities around, it was clear that these dazzling heiresses held a superior position. But Arabe, the so-called "heiress", was clearly cast out of that inner circle.


    The other guests didn''t equalize themselves with her, their gazes at her a hint of disdain, whispering juicy tidbits about her.


    "Did you see Arabe''s fa?ade crumble? She''s been faking it all along."


    "Totally! I''ve always thought she was a phony. She even tried to badmouth me in the press. The Hawke family ckballed me for ages, and I lost roles because of them."


    "Is that true about her and Theo?"


    "I used to think the Hawke boys were like something out of a romance novel. Now, they''re just a bunch of clowns."


    Because of Arabe, the Hawke family had fallen from grace in the eyes of many.


    ...


    Women who once idolized the four Hawke brothers now found themcking. Why settle for a bunch of overprotective brother-types, especially ones so shamelessly doting on a foster sister, when they could have their pick of the litter?


    Not to mention Arabe''s biological parents, who were well-known for their antics. When Adam and Ethan''s family suggested Arabe set Adam up with a well-to-do girlfriend, everyone couldn''t help but roll their eyes in disgust.


    "Ugh, shameless," Hannah spat, her face twisted in distaste.


    Meanwhile, the Hawke family noticed Miranda. When Alden and Grace saw her, there was a flicker of awkwardness in their eyes, quickly reced by delight.


    The four Hawke brothers had


    spotted Miranda mingling with the Lancasters shortly after arriving. They were chatting andughing looking every bit the quintessential high society siblings, capturing everyone''s attention with their mere presence.


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    Miranda''s outfit was understated, yet she seemed to outshine everyone, exuding an effortless grace like a princess meandering through her own gardens. Compared to the other guests in their finery, she was radiant a true embodiment of elegance,


    In contrast, Arabe, standing nearby, seemed worlds apart. Every move she made only highlighted her


    This brought back memories of when Miranda, first returned to the Hawke family. Back then, they had looked at her the same way- thinking only Arabe was fit to be their sister, raised in their world of privilege and refinement. Miranda had been awkward and in, always managing to embarrass herself.


    But now. The roles had reversed. Yet, Arabe''s behavior hadn''t changed. It was Miranda who had transformed.


    Arabe also spotted Miranda. Her smile froze, reced by a flicker of spite in her eyes. She reached out, trying to link arms with Dorian, but he deftly avoided her touch.


    "Dorian." she called, only to receive a cool, dismissive nce in return.