Chapter 449 The Fairest of Them All (1/2)
Carl drove Rachel and Celine to the party, which was located at the top floor of a luxury hotel.
They arrived outside the hotel just in time to see Hiram's black Maybach pull up beside them.
As the other car slowed to a stop, Rachel got ready to open the door, but was quickly stopped by Celine. ”Wait a moment, Rachel! Look at all the journalists outside. As soon as we get out, they'll start snapping billions of photos of us. Take your coat off so that you can show off your dress!”
Grateful for Celine's reminder, Rachel looked out of the window to find that all the other women looked stunning in their formal gowns. Seeing their breath become fog in the icy cold, Rachel grimaced and shrugged out of her coat. Now was not the time to stay warm.
Celine helped her to bundle up her coat and gestured for her to get out,” Go join Hiram now. Carl and I will be right back!”
The first thing Rachel saw when she stepped out of the car was Hiram looking straight at her, and the longing in his eyes.
Hiram gazed at his wife, unable to look away. She was wearing a hollow-out lace top decorated with synthetic diamonds, which made her fair skin look so delicate that it seemed as if a mere breeze could take her away. Her long white skirts fell to her ankles in waves. When he looked into her eyes, he felt as if he was witnessing the first sunrise in existence, and she twinkled at him like a morning star. In that moment she could have been a fairy, stepping straight out of fairyland.
Hiram stood, stunned, before her, and Rachel saw the starlight shine golden in his dark eyes. He strode toward her, bowed, and offered his hand.
Seeing that slender, familiar hand before her, Rachel finally felt at ease. She let a smile flood across her face, and placed her hand into his. Hiram squeezed her hand and led her toward the stairs.
Out of habit, he put another hand over her shoulders, so as to keep out the wind for her.
”You look absolutely radiant. What did a man like me do to deserve such royalty? I'll have to restrain myself from falling down at your feet,” Hiram whispered into her ear with a gentle smile.
Rachel raised her head and pouted playfully at him. She was focused on navigating the steep stairs, lifting her long dress and watching where she stepped with her perilously high heels.
The moment Hiram showed up, the journalists surged forward and a photography feeding frenzy began.
As they stepped into the hotel, Rachel turned to see a Rolls-Royce pull up to the entrance.
A handsome man and a pretty woman climbed out, arousing another round of tumult amongst the journalists.