Transmigrated Into The True Heiress-Chapter 120: Glamorous Affair

Night draped the city of New York in its velvet embrace, the sky dark and speckled with stars like scattered diamonds. The faint hum of traffic pulsed in the distance, a backdrop to the stillness of the moment. Ephyra stood on the balcony of her penthouse, leaning against the railing. One hand clutched a stack of papers, while the other held a glass of wine. Dressed in silk pajamas, her hair tousled, she looked anything but relaxed as her gaze drifted over the city’s sprawling expanse.

She took a slow sip of wine, her eyes flicking to the papers. A quiet sigh escaped her lips as she closed her eyes briefly, centering herself. When she opened them, a spark of resolve replaced the weariness. Straightening her posture, she turned and stepped inside the penthouse, the night air trailing after her.

The modern interior was bathed in soft, ambient lighting that highlighted the muted tones of her furnishings. Ephyra placed the wine glass on a nearby table and walked toward her bedroom, her steps silent.

Inside, she headed directly for the walk-in closet. Navigating to its innermost section, she reached for the right-hand wall, pressing firmly on a hidden panel. The surface gave way, revealing a concealed safe. With practiced precision, she unlocked it, slid the papers into a sleek folder inside, and secured the lock.

Returning to her room, Ephyra climbed into her bed, her movements fluid yet tinged with exhaustion. Reaching for her phone, she opened a group chat and typed a quick message.

Ephyra: Goodnight, guys. See you tomorrow night! ❤️

Satisfied, she placed the phone on the nightstand, settled under the covers, and let her eyes drift shut, surrendering to the pull of sleep.

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"Kealon, Kealon! Did you see this?! Malia’s school is having a masquerade party that is being hosted by Aelion Laboratories! And that’s not all, a lot of influential people are being sent an invitation and those people can bring one or two people with them!" Cian’s voice was filled with excitement as he shoved his phone toward Kaelon, practically bouncing in his seat. The screen displayed an article similar to the one Elmira had read, detailing the grand masquerade event.

Kaelon glanced at the phone briefly, his expression neutral. "So?"

Cian groaned in exasperation, pulling the phone back. "So? This is perfect! We’ve been looking for a way to meet Malia, right? What better opportunity than this? Everyone’s going to be there—including her!"

Kaelon leaned back against the car seat, his arms crossed. "And you think it’ll be that easy? Just waltz in, say hi, and become best friends? Events like this are crawling with security and pretentious people who’ll look down on you if you breathe wrong."

Cian huffed, crossing his arms. "Well, lucky for us, we’re not pretentious. Besides, your dad probably already got an invite. All we need to do is convince him to take us."

Kaelon raised an eyebrow, smirking faintly. "Convince him? You mean you’ll convince him. You’re better at charming people than I am."

Cian’s face lit up, his confidence returning. "You’re right! He likes me better anyway." He gave Kaelon a cheeky grin. "I mean, who wouldn’t?"

Kaelon rolled his eyes, though his lips twitched with amusement. "You’ve got less than a day to work your magic. Good luck."

"Oh, I don’t need luck," Cian said, pulling out his phone and opening the messaging app. "I’ve got charm, wit, and—"

"Annoying persistence?" Kaelon interjected dryly.

"—a winning personality!" Cian finished, ignoring Kaelon’s jab as he began typing. "Just watch. By tonight, we’ll have those invites in hand, and tomorrow, we’ll be at that party."

Kaelon shook his head, a faint smile playing on his lips. "I’m sure Dad will give you anyway."

Cian didn’t reply, his fingers flying over the screen of his phone, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Kaelon raised an eyebrow, watching him.

"What are you typing?" Kaelon leaned forward, attempting to sneak a glance.

Cian quickly turned his back, shielding the phone as if it held state secrets. "What are you doing?! Haven’t you heard it’s rude to snoop on someone’s messages?"

Kaelon smirked, crossing his arms. "It’s my dad you’re texting, right? You’re like a little brother to me, so—"

Cian spun around, cutting him off with a glare. "So what? That doesn’t give you the right to invade my privacy!"

"Right, fine. Whatever." Kaelon rolled his eyes, standing up and heading for the door. "I’ll be inside. Let me know when your master plan works—if it works."

Cian stuck out his tongue at Kaelon’s retreating back before turning his attention back to his phone. His fingers tapped rapidly, constructing the perfect message. After a few moments of deliberation and rewrites, he hit send.

Not long after, he burst into the living room with a triumphant grin, waving his phone like a trophy. "See? Told you! He said we can go, and he’s not attending."

Kaelon looked up from the book he’d just opened, his expression neutral but his eyes narrowing slightly. "Seriously? Just like that?"

"Yep!" Cian flopped onto the couch beside him, holding out the phone. "Read it and weep, doubter."

Kaelon took the phone and scanned the message.

[Dad]: If you and Kaelon want to attend, go ahead. I’m skipping it. But behave, especially you, Cian. Don’t embarrass me.

Kaelon’s lips twitched, a faint smirk forming. "Wow, he really trusts you not to mess this up. That’s either incredibly generous or incredibly naïve."

Cian snatched the phone back, grinning. "It’s called faith, Kaelon. Something you clearly lack."

Kaelon leaned back, arms crossed. "Faith? Or pity? Either way, don’t screw it up."

Cian ignored the jab, already scrolling through his contacts. "Now, we just need to find the right outfits and masks. If we’re going to crash this thing, we need to look the part."

Kaelon raised an eyebrow. "Crash? We’ve got legit invites now, thanks to your charm, wit, and... whatever else you call it."

"Details, details," Cian said with a dismissive wave. "The point is, we’re going. And we’re going to make an impression."

Kaelon shook his head, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Fine. But don’t expect me to wear anything ridiculous." ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

Cian grinned mischievously. "Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you look spectacular. Just leave it to me."

Kaelon sighed, already regretting his decision to go along with this plan. "This is going to be a disaster, isn’t it?"

Cian laughed, standing up and grabbing his jacket. "Only if you don’t trust me. Now, come on, we’ve got shopping to do. Time’s ticking!"

Kaelon groaned, reluctantly following Cian out the door, already bracing himself for the chaos ahead.

|California|

Elmira splashed water on her face, the cool droplets offering a reprieve. She repeated the motion—one, two, three times—before pausing. Slowly, she raised her head, meeting her own gaze in the mirror.

The reflection staring back at her was resolute yet haunted. Her damp hair clung to her temples, framing her features. For a moment, she held her breath, her hands gripping the edge of the sink as though anchoring herself.

Elmira splashed water on her face one last time, letting the cool droplets cascade down her skin, before grabbing a towel to pat herself dry. Her mind raced as she replayed the voice she had just heard.

"There seems to be a party tomorrow night hosted by Aelion Laboratories..."

She turned around sharply, her damp hair swaying with the movement. "What did you just say?"

The girl in the doorway froze, her large black-rimmed glasses slipping slightly down her nose. She was dressed in a scrunched crop top and black cargo pants while her expression showed her confusion as if she couldn’t understand Elmira’s words.

"What? I just said there’s a party at Aelion Laboratories tomorrow night." Her tone was nonchalant, as if she hadn’t just dropped a bombshell.

Elmira sighed, striding across the room with purpose. "Give me that," she said, extending a hand toward the tablet the girl was holding.

The girl hesitated, pulling it closer to her chest. "Why? It’s just a forwarded blog post from the internet."

Elmira rolled her eyes, exasperated. "I just want to read it. Now, give it to me, Mariela."

"Fine, whatever. You’re always bullying me," Mariela grumbled, pouting as she shoved the tablet into Elmira’s outstretched hand with more force than necessary.

Elmira ignored her and focused on the screen, her eyes narrowing as she scanned the post.

{Hot News!}

Aelion Laboratories is rumored to be hosting a grand masquerade party tomorrow night at the prestigious Grand Meridian Hall. The event, tied to their recent partnership with Latham Laboratories, has sparked intense speculation across social media. Sources reveal that the evening will serve a threefold purpose: a celebration of their collaboration, a school banquet, and, most intriguingly, an engagement party for Alan Latham and Myra Allen.

While details remain scarce, insiders claim the masquerade theme is a deliberate choice, designed to attract high-profile attendees while maintaining an air of mystery. Invitations are said to have been sent exclusively to select individuals, with strict security measures in place. The event is expected to be a gathering of the elite, blending the worlds of science, business, and high society.

Stay tuned for updates as we uncover more about this mysterious and glamorous affair!

Elmira frowned, her grip tightening on the tablet. "A masquerade party at Grand Meridian Hall? Myra Allen and Alan Latham’s engagement? What is this nonsense?" She scrolled down quickly, searching for more details, her irritation mounting with each passing second.

Behind her, Mariela flopped onto the couch, her arms crossed. "I told you, it’s just some overblown gossip. Why are you getting so worked up? It’s not like we’re going."

Elmira turned sharply, her expression cold and calculating. "That’s where you’re wrong. I’m going. And so are you."

Mariela shot up, eyes wide. "What? Are you serious? Elmira, we don’t even have an invite! They’re going to have, like, security and everything. Do you want to get arrested?"

A sly smile spread across Elmira’s lips, her determination unwavering. "We don’t need an invitation. We need masks, the right clothes, and a little creativity. You’re good with tech—can you forge us some digital RSVPs?"

Mariela blinked, torn between disbelief and reluctant admiration. "You’re crazy, you know that? But... maybe. It won’t be easy, though."

Elmira stepped closer, her voice low but firm. "It doesn’t have to be perfect, just convincing enough to get us inside. I can’t hold onto the drive anymore, I have to give it to the person who needs it. You also saw what was in it, didn’t you?"

"How do you know that the one you are going to give it to will be there?"

"He will be there and the only way to meet him and give him the drive is to go to the party."

Mariela sighed dramatically, shaking her head. "Fine. But if we get caught, you’re explaining this to the cops, not me."

Elmira smirked. "Deal. Now, let’s get to work."