Chapter: 89
Tyrone exchanged a few words with them.
A curious man pointed at Sabrina and asked, “Mr. Blakely, who might this be?”
“My sister, Sabrina Chavez.”
Sabrina greeted them warmly.
“Miss Chavez! Your reputation precedes you. It’s a pleasure to finally meet.”
“Miss Chavez, you should grace these events more often.”
After a round of small talk, Tyrone leaned in and whispered to Sabrina, “A few friends are waiting for me over there. I need to
greet them
There’s a buffet. You can relax there if you feel out of place. I’ll come fetch you when the auction starts.”
“Okay.”
Sabrina meandered to the dessert counter, chose a sweet treat and a glass of drink, and took a seat in the lounge area. She
studied the party attendees while savoring her dessert.
The guests were all elite socialites, wealthy and famous.
This was Sabrina’s first time at such an event.
She understood that she wasn’t the a real member of the Blakely family, and she hadn’t been raised in their world. Although high
society was polite to her outwardly, they might not have truly accepted her
Like Tyrone’s friends, apart from Rolf, she felt a distance from them.
Unlike Galilea, she couldn’t engage in casual banter with them.
They were all alike in this respect.
A stylish woman approached Sabrina and greeted, “Hello there, why are you sitting all alone?”
Sabrina looked up and smiled at her. “I injured my ankle recently. It’s not good for me to stand for long periods.”
The woman glanced at Sabrina‘’s ankle but remained silent. She sat down next to Sabrina and nudged her playfully. “I’m Abigail
Bensen. What’s
“Sabrina Chavez.”
“I noticed you entered with Tyrone. How did you manage that?” Abigail whispered.
Sabrina turned to carefully assess her from head to toe.
Abigail’s outfit and purse might have looked pricey, but they were outdated.
Noticing Sabrina’s silence, Abigail probed further, “You look stunning, Tyrone must have splurged on you, didn’t he? Isn’t it tricky
to win over wealthy folks like him?”