Chapter 408

At the gala celebration, Evelyn noticed Genevieve surrounded by high society ladies.

Genevieve's hair was elegantly coiffed in an updo, her sapphire-embroidered gown shimmering under the chandeliers. She moved with effortless grace among her peers.

Truthfully, Evelyn had never encountered another woman who carried such refined sophistication as Genevieve Prescott.

She possessed aristocratic bearing without appearing haughty. There was kindness in her demeanor, yet an undeniable air of authority lingered beneath.

Though they'd exchanged sharp words before regarding Lillian, Evelyn found herself unable to dislike the woman. Strangely, she felt an inexplicable familiarity with the noblewoman.

"You're so fortunate, Mrs. Prescott! Your daughter is both accomplished and stunning!" One bejeweled matron gushed. "Indeed! Miss Prescott is the complete package - graceful, intelligent, and unattached. Might she be available for introductions?"

Genevieve smiled serenely. "You flatter her. Lillian remains unattached. Should you know any suitable gentlemen, I'd welcome introductions."

She understood her daughter's stubborn nature.

This first love had convinced Lillian that Dominic was her destiny.

But Genevieve knew better. Men of Dominic's caliber were rare, and his indifference toward Lillian was painfully obvious.

A loveless marriage would be torture. Even if Lillian succeeded, happiness would elude her.

That's why Genevieve sought potential matches tonight. She only wanted her daughter's genuine happiness.

Meanwhile, Lillian seethed with resentment.

Unaware of her mother's intentions, her obsession with Dominic only grew stronger with each rejection.

None of the men present could compare to Dominic's shadow, let alone his pinky finger.

She interpreted Genevieve's matchmaking as proof she wasn't truly loved - just an adopted daughter after all.

Dark emotions swirled in Lillian's eyes.

Needing composure, she reached for champagne, only to see Dominic and Evelyn reflected in the crystal flute.

The sight of Dominic shielding Evelyn through the crowd reignited her fury.

White-hot rage threatened to consume her.

"Mrs. Prescott." After greeting Jonathan, Dominic guided Evelyn toward Genevieve.

Genevieve studied Evelyn with unexpected intensity.

Evelyn wore a simple satin dress with minimal makeup. Her wavy hair framed delicate features. When she smiled at Genevieve, her expressive eyes seemed to speak volumes.

For a fleeting moment, Genevieve saw her younger self in Evelyn.

She dismissed the absurd notion immediately. This was Lillian's romantic rival. What resemblance could exist?

Dominic made formal introductions. "Mrs. Prescott, may I present Evelyn Sinclair - mother of my children, and soon to be my wife and lifelong partner."

Genevieve's initial surprise gave way to a gracious smile. "No need for emphasis, Mr. Blackwood. If you and Miss Sinclair have found love, you have my sincerest blessings. Love cannot be forced - I understand this better than most. Miss Sinclair, I regret our previous unpleasantness. Please consider yourself an honored guest tonight..."

Evelyn was taken aback.

Genevieve's attitude had transformed dramatically. While Dominic's influence played a role, she hadn't expected such a complete reversal from the doting mother.

Lillian remained silent, her eyes betraying heartbreak and envy. The chatter around her faded into white noise.

Dominic's declaration echoed in her mind: "My only partner in life." A bitter laugh escaped her lips.

'How can you be so certain, Dominic Blackwood? The wedding hasn't happened yet!'

The celebration officially commenced at 8:30.

Lillian, resplendent in a princess gown, stood beside Jonathan and Genevieve before a towering twelve-tier cake.

As the Norman heiress, she basked in admiration from society's elite.

Following the cake-cutting, Lillian performed her signature piano piece.

Nervous excitement coursed through her - more intense than any competition. The man she loved was watching.

Taking a steadying breath, she began.

While acting wasn't her forte, musical talent came naturally. Her rendition of "Swan Lake" flowed effortlessly.

The final notes brought thunderous applause.

Dominic and Evelyn observed from a quiet corner. He handed her warm milk while sipping red wine.

"Not bad," Evelyn admitted objectively.

Though untrained in music, the performance moved her.

Dominic tapped her nose playfully. "Technically proficient, but soulless. Competition material, not concert caliber."

Evelyn smiled knowingly.

'Is there anything this man can't do? Don't tell me he plays piano too!'

Genevieve beamed with maternal pride as Lillian curtsied gracefully.

Then Lillian glided toward them in her white gown. "I've heard you're quite accomplished at the piano, Miss Sinclair. Won't you favor us with a performance?" Her smile didn't reach her eyes.