Chapter 121
Diana beamed with satisfaction. Yvonne's flawless performance today made all those years of careful nurturing
feel completely worthwhile.
With Yvonne on the scene, the Henderson family's reputation in Riverdale was about to hit new heights.
Glancing around, Diana noticed a cluster of well-dressed women nearby.
"Yvonne, stay put for a moment. | just spotted Mrs. Harper. I'm going to say hi." Flashing Yvonne a quick smile,
Diana picked up her champagne glass and glided toward the group.
Not long after, a few elegantly dressed girls sauntered over to Yvonne.
"So, you're Yvonne Henderson, right? The campus belle from First Academy? I've heard all about you."
"Yvonne, nice to finally meet you. I'm Amy Harper."
"Yvonne, do you remember me? | was in the class next door to you in middle school."
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After Diana walked away, Yvonne found herself surrounded. People seemed to materialize out of nowhere, each
one eager to strike up a conversation with her.
When she first arrived, the girls her age had been cold, sizing her up with a mix of indifference and jealousy. But
once they figured out what Priscilla had in mind, their attitudes shifted. Any bitterness they felt toward Yvonne
was buried deep beneath polite smiles.
Now, it wasn't about feelings—it was about strategy. In their world, staying in favor meant keeping one's family's
status intact, and right now, Yvonne was a card worth playing.
With the possibility of becoming the next daughter-in-law of the Savage family, Yvonne's value had shot through
the roof.
Within minutes, she had becthe new center of attention. Compliments flowed, and as they did, a subtle but
unmistakable look of pride spread across her face.
As the crowd buzzed with conversation and champagne glasses clinked, the doors to the banquet hall swung
open. A young man, dressed impeccably in a tailored black suit, stepped in.
The moment he crossed the threshold, the entire room seemed to freeze. His presence was electric, sending a
ripple of awe through the crowd. For a few long seconds, everyone was too stunned by his commanding aura to
even register his appearance.
Then, as if snapping out of a spell, eyes began to follow him. His features were chiseled-more striking than any
celebrity-and his physique rivaled that of a top international model.
There was something about the way he moved, a quiet power, like a king among commoners, or a god stepping
out of the pages of mythology.
Every pair of eyes in the room gravitated toward him, especially the women. They couldn't look away.
Yvonne's heart raced the second she saw him. Her gaze was filled with awe and infatuation the moment she saw
him. Gavin Savage. First Academy's "Prince" had arrived.
Without a second thought, Yvonne found herself moving toward him. When she reached him, her voice was soft
yet eager.
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"Gavin, you're here..."
But Gavin didn't even pause. He moved past her as if she were invisible, not sparing her a single glance.
Yvonne stood there, stunned. The guests around her carried on as if nothing had happened, but the
embarrassment clung to her like a heavy weight. She could feel her face heat up in humiliation.
Still, she tried to console herself. Gavin was known for his cold, distant attitude at school. No girl had ever
cracked his icy exterior. This wasn't personal, she told herself.
Anyway, soon, she would be his fiancée. Once the engagement was official, she would be the one by his side.
She'd have the authority to stand next to him and silence any girl at school who dared to have eyes for him.
Across the room, Priscilla had been chatting with her wealthy circle, but as soon as she saw Gavin walk in, she
excused herself and made a beeline toward him.
"Gavin, you're finally here!"
Lately, she had noticed something different about her son an air of confidence that bordered on untouchable.
She liked this new version of Gavin, someone more commanding and in control. But there was a trade-off-this
version of her son seemed beyond her influence.
Gavin walked into the center of the banquet hall. Then, his gaze landed on Diana, who was standing off to the
side.