The chandelier hanging overhead in the banquet hall cast a soft orange glow, setting the mood.
Wyatt Ainsworth was in a dark blue evening gown. The style itself was simple, but on her it had a different kind of charm. She was very well maintained, with barely any trace of time on her face, her makeup was immaculate, her irises were light, and her gaze was calm yet still carried authority.
Behind her were Lyric Ainsworth, Vera Ainsworth, and Ian Ainsworth.
Even young beauties of Lyric and Vera's level had their brilliance overshadowed walking behind Wyatt.
As the Queen of the Ainsworth Clan, Wyatt had once accepted an interview where she talked about pharmacology.
Her looks were the kind that left a deep impression at a single glance. Everyone present was from old-money families; some had seen the Queen's interview before and recognized her at once.
"That really is the Ainsworth Queen!"
The moment this was said, everyone felt like they'd been whacked on the head.
