Crystal Foster glided into the venue, her champagne gold gown flowing like a dream. The sheer fabric gave her an ethereal look as she walked arm-in-arm with Martin Riley.
People nearby couldn't help but stare, their whispers filled with awe and gossip. "Martin Riley really spoils his wife. That dress Sylvia Byrne is wearing is a custom piece from L's collection last month, worth seven figures."
"That's nothing," another chimed in. "Did you see the necklace around Sylvia Byrne's neck? It came from last month's Sotheby's auction, worth eighty million!"
Eighty million! Sylvia was practically wearing a house around her neck. Martin Riley was serious about pampering her, but this was on another level.
Crystal had become the envy of everyone in the room, though she was blissfully unaware. She gracefully greeted others alongside Martin, her demeanor poised and elegant.
