Hearing the girl calling her an orphan made Cielo angry, she shoved the girl hard and screamed, "I am not an orphan!"
Being caught off guard, Trishelle let out a yelp and was on the ground.
"Trishelle!" Her mother screamed. She glared at Cielo and walked up to her. "You brat! How dare you push my daughter?" A sharp, crisp sound was heard across the room. This caught Cielo by surprise. For her entire eighteen years, she had never been slapped nor humiliated by anyone before even though she came from a poor family.
"Anna, calm down. She doesn't know anything." The man shielded Cielo from the woman.
"Damien! I already agreed for you to bring her back to live with us. But that does not mean she can treat my daughter like that." The woman argued back.
Having lost her mother made Cielo's emotions disarray, and now she was told that the reason she never saw her father was because he had another family. It hurt her that her father never cared for her. Being only a child, Cielo did not know how to handle such a situation. She started blaming the girl and the woman for her misfortune.
She became bitter towards the two as the years went by without any explanation as to why he wasn't there for her. All she did was assume what happened and her assumptions because it was her truth.
"Ring~" A sound woke Cielo up from her memories and brought her back to the present. She grabbed her phone to check the message.
"Hey, my dear boss Cielo. I'm back from my holiday! You should have seen the view at Mt. Raven. It was spectacular! Btw, I heard from boss Fuego that there's a business party this weekend. See you there! xoxo, love you."
The message made Cielo smile, before replying, "See you."
Everyone who was anyone knew that the gala was the place to be.
Cielo organized for her top model to be there along with her and Fuego.
The week passed by in the blink of an eye. The night of the gala came by before they knew it. Reporters from all over the state were there. Businessmen and women, celebrities and billionaires were there.
Aethons Industry had been hired to secure the premises of the gala. The security team assigned to the premises was in uniform however those who were there to protect Trishelle and Ellison were unidentifiable due to the business suits that they portrayed.
Trishelle and Ellison met Kristen at the bar after the press swarmed them for pictures and asked if Mis. Kristen would be joining them soon.
Kristen made herself unidentifiable to the press because by looking like a showgirl because she had no intention of speaking to brainless fools for the night and having to explain herself.
She wore a long purple dress. There was a heart-shaped opening where two beautiful rounded curves that formed a deep cleavage were clearly shown. It was skin tight from top to the waist then flowed loosely down to the legs with a long slit to the side. She finished the look with high stiletto heels and silver jewelry on her neck, earlobes and right wrist. There were men who couldn't take their eyes off her. Some even ordered her drinks.
Trishelle rolled her eyes at Kristen before taking a seat next to her. "What? I did get free drinks. This dress is worth it, you know." Kristen said after acknowledging their presence.
Trish quietly scanned the room to identify if the person she came to meet was there. "He isn't here yet," Kristen told Trishelle after the fact that she just looked. Trish eyed her for a second or two before ordering herself a drink.
Ellison was once again oblivious to what those two were up to but he didn't ask either having full trust in his girl.
At the entrance, a pair of long legs stepped out of the car and into the function room. He wore a tight fitted pink tank top with a studded jacket and black pants. She walked in with his pair of glittery 3-inch heels. Looking around, the man was trying to find his bosses while hearing shrieking around her.
The commotion was heard at the door. "Is that…?" "Yeah! I think it is!" "Quick, quick. Get a picture before the rest!" Reporters yelled and surrounded the person immediately with mics and cameras.
Everyone's eyes were on the group. "Is that a woman or a man?" Kristen asked to no one in particular. "She's gorgeous." She acknowledged.
Kristen was captivated by the person the rep7orters surrounded. Roses came to her mind while she shamelessly stared at the one the reporters were frantically taking pictures of.
While Kristen was gawking at the celebrity Trishelle recognized Cielo and Fuego talking to some businessmen. Surprisingly this is the first time she's seeing them both since she came back and the anger she thought she would have felt weren't there.
In her peripheral view, Trishelle saw Kristen's seductive movements.
Kristen picked up a single rose from a bouquet that was meant for decorating the standing tables. She then slowly walked to the group and skillfully passed the reporters which got her closer to her prey.
As she handed the rose to her victim something caught her attention from outside. Forgetting that she was about to seduce the beauty before her she left the gala to attend to the matter at hand, leaving the celebrity stunned in her wake.
Everyone was whispering, trying to figure out who the lady was that gracefully disrupted the gathering without them realizing it at the time.