Chapter 140: The Annual Ball
As the grand ballroom doors swung open with a hushed anticipation, a ripple of murmurs cascaded through the opulent gathering.
So this was the girl who had taken the most eligible bachelor off the market. Tonight was the annual celebration of the Frost Industries and the only topic had been the young wife of the CEO. Those who had seen the lady swore that she was an immortal fairy who had graced the earth with her presence while those who had not scoffed at the exaggeration while simultaneously looking down at her in their heart. A young girl in university standing next to the most accomplished man in the country?
She could only be a sugar baby or a trophy wife. An accessory that could be changed any time.
The lady had been introduced a couple of months ago at the old Chairman’s birthday party and soon disappeared after that. It was said that she was already on her way out. It was because of this that rumours grew about the bad blood between the Foster family and the eldest daughter-in-law.
Already people were waiting for the news of the break up of the couple and the subsequent drama that would take place. After all, pre nuptial or not, the girl would not easily leave the man so easily.
Many whispered that Demetri’s marriage had been an effort to save face since his long-time fiancé had been snatched by his own brother. But why the man would marry a little no body with no accomplishments to show was beyond them. There were many other eligible and outstanding ladies in their society. Many who had actually overcome their fear of the man and even thrown themselves at him. Maybe they could not compare to the outstanding Arabelle Winthrop but they could definitely overpower a little trophy.
While others whispered that the man had reached middle age and was trying to re-live his youth through his new and younger wife.
Either way, no one believed Nora Frost would dare show her face at the annual ball for the Frosts. After all, she could already be old news.
However, standing now, at the entrance was Nora, the epitome of grace and sophistication as she stood with Demetri. Her presence and aura matched that of her husband, shocking most of the gossipers into silence. Those who believed that the accounts of her beauty were exaggerated could not believe their eyes while those who scoffed at the CEO for falling off the pedestal could only stare.
Nora looked into the sea of people who stood there amid elegant dresses and suits and whispered to her husband, "This is the part I am going to hate the most. Do I look like a goldfish in a bowl. They are all staring at us as if they have never seen a woman."
Demetri sent her an ironic look and whispered, "You were the one who wanted to come out and flaunt so that Lara Anderson would not be able to sit still. I am already willing to go home and grow some plants."