Meanwhile, she had already announced that her birthday party, which was three days away, would be live-streamed so fans could “share in her happiness.”
The comment section exploded.
[Zamora is so sweet to her fans!]
[Show us the party decors!]
[The life of a real heiress—it’s a dream Cinderella could never reach.]
I stared at the post for a long moment before silently shutting off my phone. Three days from now, it would be my birthday.
The party hall glittered with lights, and guests had begun to arrive. Zamora wore a pale gold gown, smiling like a blooming flower.
Ross arrived a little early with a few business associates and was seated in the reception area. He looked slightly irritated; he hadn’t heard from me in several days.
In the past, whenever he went on a business trip, I would send him countless messages. Even if he didn’t have time to respond, I always kept checking in on him. But these past few days, his phone had been eerily quiet.
Today wasn’t just Zamora’s birthday. It was also the anniversary of the day I was left in an orphanage. Ross couldn’t help but worry. He found an excuse to step aside and call me.
But no one answered.