She enjoyed being surrounded by others, living a life like the moon among stars, as if she were the sole protagonist in the world.
And everyone else had to depend on her, submitting at her feet, worshiping her to the highest level.
Just past 9 o'clock, the atmosphere in the bar had already reached a fever pitch.
Deafening music, dazzling flashing lights, men and women drinking wine and partying with abandon.
"Cecilia, is that sapphire ring on your hand the one from the auction in Paris?"
A socialite recognized the sapphire ring on her index finger, and the imposter nodded, immediately receiving the surrounding socialites' envious exclamations.
"A sapphire worth 300 million USD, just worn on your hand, Cecilia, you truly are God's favorite."
