Seraphina stepped out in the fiery red evening gown, its elegant cut perfectly framing her delicate shoulders and graceful curves. The fabric hugged her slender waist, flowing down in soft ripples that shimmered with every step she took. The golden embroidery at the hem sparkled under the lights, reminiscent of starlight scattered across a fiery sunset. Against the gown's vibrant red, her skin looked as flawless and radiant as freshly fallen snow. Milo's loud exclamation instantly drew everyone's attention. All eyes turned to Seraphina, their gaze filled with awe and admiration. "Oh my God! Darling, you're breathtaking! You look like an angel. This gown was made for you," Milo gushed dramatically. Despite the lavish praise, Seraphina remained composed, her expression as calm as still water, as though the compliments were meant for someone else. The staff in the room, accustomed to Milo's over-the-top reactions, found themselves agreeing for the first time. The gown truly looked as if it had been tailor-made for her, and the effect was nothing short of stunning. "Let me do your makeup, Honey. I promise you'll dazzle everyone tonight and become the most enchanting person in the room," Milo declared with enthusiasm. As he began working, his fingers lightly touched her skin, prompting another outburst. "Oh, my goodness! Darling, your skin is flawless! So much collagen—better than any whitening treatments or fillers. You're truly divine." Seraphina's patience thinned as Milo's unrelenting flattery grated on her nerves. Her temples pulsed in irritation, and finally, she snapped. "Be quiet!" Her cold gaze cut through the mirror, locking onto Milo's elongated, sharp eyes. Milo froze for a moment but wasn't intimidated. Instead, he looked even more exhilarated. That piercing glare, so full of intensity, sparked an explosion of inspiration in his mind. His expression shifted to one of intense focus as he began to work with the precision of an artist painting a masterpiece. While Milo concentrated on her makeup, Seraphina silently studied the sheet music, playing the piece in her mind. When Milo finished, the room fell silent. The assistant standing nearby stared at Seraphina's reflection in awe. Her lips parted slightly, unable to form words as she took in the alluring and regal woman in the mirror. Milo beamed with pride. "Darling, stand up and show everyone." Hearing his words, a few staff members glanced over casually, but their indifferent looks quickly turned to shock. Gasps echoed throughout the room. The word "stunning" wasn't enough to describe the captivating beauty before them. The dramatic contrast of elegance and boldness in her appearance created a magnetic allure. She didn't look like a supporting act at all—she looked every bit the main event. Michael burst into the dressing room, already speaking. "Are we ready? Is she ready? Thomas is—" His words stopped abruptly when he saw Seraphina standing there, fully prepared. Holy—! The delicate beauty he had seen earlier had transformed into an enchanting vision that could topple empires. As the shock wore off, Michael stared at her intently, a flicker of familiarity tugging at his memory, like someone he had seen before, but he couldn't quite place her. Shaking his head, he dismissed the thought. There was no time to dwell on it. "Follow me, Miss Valewyn. Thomas wants to see you," Michael said, quickly snapping back to the task at hand. He led Seraphina into another dressing room, where a flurry of activity surrounded a single person. The man sat with his back to them, his tall and lean figure exuding an effortless grace. Even without seeing his face, the noble, aloof aura he radiated was unmistakable.