The room fell into a hushed awe, a striking contrast to the chaos moments before. Every eye was on the man in the impeccable suit.
His presence commanded respect and hinted at power far beyond the little world that Clarissa thought she ruled.
“Who… who on earth are you?” she stammered, taken aback by the sudden turn of events.
The man straightened, glanced around, and addressed the crowd. “I am Mr. Collins, personal assistant to Chairman Harrison, CEO of the Harrison Tech Empire.”
At the mention of the name, gasps erupted from the crowd. The Harrison Tech Empire wasn’t just any company—it was a titan in the industry, a global powerhouse. And everyone knew its mighty influence included the very company that Brandon’s family owned.
“Chairman Harrison?” Brandon echoed, his voice a mix of confusion and awe. “What does he want with her?”
The assistant turned his gaze back to me, his eyes softening with genuine concern. “He wishes to see his daughter.”
The room went silent as the implications of his words sunk in. My secret, kept so carefully for so long, was now exposed. The daughter of a tech mogul, the girl in the yellow dress they had dismissed so easily, was none other than heiress to a vast fortune and future leader of the empire.
Clarissa blanched, her face draining of color. “You’re… you’re his daughter?” she whispered, barely able to comprehend.
I nodded, summoning a strength I hadn’t felt moments ago. “Yes, I am. I wanted to be judged for who I am, not what I come from.”
The room buzzed with a new energy, a mixture of shock, embarrassment, and awe. Phones that had been recording my humiliation now captured the moment of revelation.
Mr. Collins turned back to me and offered a reassuring smile. “Miss Harrison, if you would like, we can leave immediately. The Chairman is waiting.”
I nodded, feeling a rush of gratitude. This was my chance to reclaim my dignity, to walk away from the scene of my public shaming with my head held high.
As I turned to leave, I caught Brandon’s eye. He stood there, looking small and lost amidst the grandeur of the room, his silence having cost him dearly. I felt a pang of regret, but not enough to sway my resolve. Some lines, once crossed, could not be uncrossed.
I walked out of the ballroom, flanked by Mr. Collins and the bodyguards, leaving behind gasping onlookers and a family whose world had been turned upside down.
As we reached the helicopter, the cool night air was a balm to my burning cheek. I climbed aboard, and as the rotors began to spin, I looked back at the lights of the hotel fading into the distance.
This was my moment of liberation, the beginning of a new chapter. I was no longer just the girl in the yellow dress. I was Amelia Harrison, and I was ready to embrace my future.
