Chapter 125
Charlene and Connie got themselves ready and headed to the auction.
Their outfits weren’t exactly formal, but with their striking looks, they turned quite a few heads as they entered the auction hall,
Connie, who had attended several auctions and was quite active in the social scene, was recognized by many. Charlene, on the other hand, was a fresh face to most attendees.
Seeing her with Connie sparked curiosity among the crowd, leaving them guessing which affluent family she might belong to.
They found seats towards the middle-back of the hall, arriving not too early but just in time, settling in minutes before the auction was about to start.
Just then, a commotion upfront caught their attention.
Charlene and Connie glanced over to see what was happening, and Charlene froze for a moment.
Connie whispered, “It’s Thorne and Vesta… I can’t believe they’re here too.” She then asked Charlene, “Did you know they’d be attending?”
Charlene shook her head, replying, “No idea.” She hadn’t expected him to be there, and Thorne hadn’t mentioned it to her.
After their appearances at a high-profile gala and a tech expo, Vesta had become quite the talk of the town. Her arrival with Thorne naturally drew many eyes.
“Last time Mr. Henderson showed up with her at that gala, her outfit was worth over 30 million. And now, she seems just as lavish.”
“That diamond set aside, her dress alone is a creation by the world-renowned designer Ines, who, as everyone knows, has been in semi-retirement for the past decade, crafting only three gowns a year, each valued over 10 million-” “Thirty million last time, and now another fortune. Mr. Henderson really spares no expense on her.”
“Indeed.”
Vesta shone brightly in a shimmering blue satin gown, her striking jewelry adding to her allure, making her the center of attention that evening.
Front row seats were a symbol of status and prestige.
Amidst the surrounding murmurs of admiration and envy, Vesta and Thorne took their seats in the very center of the first row.
This sparked even more envy among the attendees.
“The center of the first row… What a statement. I wonder what it feels like to sit there. Their front-row seats, in addition to their status, suggest they’re probably big spenders tonight, oh my—”
“Stop, you’re making me jealous. It’s depressing how some people just have it all.”
Connie, feeling a bit sour, leaned towards Charlene and whispered, “He’s with Vesta in the front row, leaving us back here…”
It wasn’t the first time Thorne had favored Vesta over her. But by now, Charlene was used to it and didn’t really care much anymore.
After all, she was here to buy a birthday gift for her grandmother, not to worry about seating arrangements.
Connie added, “Does Thorne even know where we’re seated? He hasn’t glanced this way once.
The tickets were likely arranged by Thorne, who probably didn’t care much about their exact location.
And as for Connie’s remark about Thorne not looking their way, even if he knew where they were seated, it was, unlikely he’d make a point of checking on them.