“If I were her, I’d never be able to put up with this.”
Just then—
Snap!
Caitlin popped open the lid of the music box with effortless ease.
A cascade of delicate chimes spilled out, filling the room with enchanting music.
Celia’s smile froze, hanging awkwardly on her lips. Her eyes widened in disbelief.
“How—how is this possible?”
The lid of the Vitality music box was supposed to open only for her. So why—why had Caitlin managed to open it too? Wasn’t Caitlin accused of cheating during her marriage, of having an abortion? If those rumors were true, how could she possibly open the Vitality music box?
All the guests in the banquet hall fell silent, their surprise written plainly on their faces.
“My God! Miss Gonzales actually opened the Vitality box!”
“That means—Miss Gonzales is absolutely flawless, pure as can be!”
“I always knew Miss Gonzales was a woman of integrity. What you see is what you get.”
“It’s all lies! The rumors were all lies! Sure, Miss Gonzales got divorced, but she never cheated, and she’s never had an abortion.”
“I knew it! She’s not that kind of person.”
“Thank goodness! The Vitality box has finally cleared Miss Gonzales’s name.”
Caitlin held the music box in her hands and turned calmly to Celia. “Thank you, Miss Celia, for your generous gift. I’ll graciously accept it.”
Her expression remained composed; there was no trace of gloating, not even the smallest hint of pride. Even her voice was steady and clear—she didn’t sound like a twenty-year-old girl, but rather like a seasoned leader, perfectly in control of herself and the moment.
In that instant, she embodied dignity without arrogance.
Everyone in the hall looked at Caitlin with newfound respect, marveling among themselves:
“See? The heirs of the Richards and Gonzales families never disappoint.”
“That’s for sure! When two lions come together, how could their child be anything but exceptional?”
Caitlin handed the music box to the butler standing beside her. “Leland, please put this away for me.”
“Yes, Miss Caitlin,” he replied respectfully, taking the box from her hands.
“A bet is a bet,” Celia managed, swallowing down her shock as she met Caitlin’s gaze. “I made a promise. I won’t go back on my word.”
Caitlin smiled and nodded. “You’re a woman of your word—just as one would expect from a true Palmer.”
Though Caitlin was a few years younger than Celia, the way she spoke lent her an air of authority, almost as if an elder were praising a junior. Celia felt so overpowered she could barely meet Caitlin’s eyes.
She took a few steps forward.
“Miss Kensington, I have something else I want to say to you.”
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