Chapter 218

"What? Twenty million dollars for a single dress?"

"That's insane—but honestly? Worth every penny!"

Evelyn Carter remained blissfully unaware of the murmurs swirling around her. She glided onto the runway with effortless grace, every step radiating confidence.

The audience was spellbound.

Especially Nathan Sterling, who stood mere feet away, his gaze locked onto her.

At that moment, nothing else existed for him.

Only her.

When Evelyn finished her walk, her legs nearly gave out the second she stepped offstage. She stumbled—straight into someone’s waiting arms.

Julian Hartwell caught her effortlessly, pulling her close.

Evelyn blinked up at him in surprise. "Julian? What are you doing here?"

He smirked, releasing her just enough to meet her eyes. "I promised you a gift, but you never came to claim it. So I brought it to you instead."

Then it clicked—he was the gift.

"Oh!" She laughed, breathless. "Well, thank you. Let me change, and I’ll treat you to dinner after this."

Julian hummed in agreement, his expression softening with unmistakable affection.

As Evelyn hurried toward the dressing room, Julian turned—only to lock eyes with Nathan.

The air between them crackled with tension.

Julian scoffed, deliberately looking away.

The fashion show was a triumph.

By the time it ended, it had already taken over every trending list. International media clamored for coverage, and discussions about it reached a fever pitch.

When Evelyn emerged in her street clothes, reporters swarmed her instantly.

"Ms. Carter, did you design every piece showcased tonight?"

"Where did your inspiration come from?"

She moved with the same effortless elegance she’d displayed on the runway—timeless, magnetic.

The crowd erupted.

"Stunning! Absolutely breathtaking! That bodycon dress is a masterpiece—every stitch screams vintage luxury!"

"The model and the dress are a perfect match. Like they were made for each other."

"This is the highlight of the night, no contest."

Cameras flashed nonstop, and the livestream chat exploded.

"Who is that model? She’s got that old Hollywood glamour."

"Wait, she looks familiar… Oh my God, that’s Evelyn Carter—the Kingsley heiress!"

"The billionaire heiress just walked a runway? And she owned it."

"New life goal: Be Evelyn Carter."

"That dress though—wasn’t it auctioned for twenty million last month?"