Frances Bennett looked over, her heart racing with excitement.
A young woman in a long dress stood at the entrance, flanked by a row of bodyguards who were clearly attentive to her safety.
Frances Bennett's gaze locked onto the woman's face. When she saw no blemishes or scars, she let out a sigh of relief.
'Good, she's not the hideous beast of the rumors.'
At that moment, Frances finally felt composed enough to size her up properly.
The young woman wore a white, pearl-adorned gown. Her features were well-proportioned, but her expression was tense, a clear sign she rarely attended such events.
Frances Bennett thought, 'Selina Nathan rarely makes public appearances. It's only normal for her to be nervous at a gala like this.'
The bodyguards stayed close by her side. A single glance told you they were highly trained—the kind no ordinary family could afford.
