Her current identity was that of a boss, so attending such an event was perfectly reasonable and wouldn’t raise any suspicions.
When Callie arrived, the show had already started. She walked in with a bag and a magazine, straightened her back, and sat in the front row under everyone’s gaze.
The front row was filled with top figures from the fashion and entertainment circles. Her sudden appearance surprised many.
Sometimes, at fashion shows, people watch not the runway but the audience.
Callie watched attentively for a few minutes, clearly hearing whispers from behind-
“Am I seeing things? Is that Callie?”
“Yes, it’s that Callie. Damn, how did she get into this event?”
“Probably slept her way in again.”
Low laughter followed from behind, but Callie ignored it. She played with her phone for a while, then, seemingly bored, opened the magazine and began reading intently.
Several gazes from behind remained fixed on her back.
“Maevelyn, she’s Nelson’s ex-wife. Shouldn’t you teach her a lesson?” a socialite suggested.
“Yeah, it’s a rare opportunity.”
“I used to feel disgusted seeing her flaunt around. Nelson divorcing her was such a relief.”
Even among socialites, there were different levels. In this group, Charlotte was clearly the one being flattered.
She sat upright and also stared at Callie’s back. “Let’s not… it’s impolite.”
“What’s impolite about it? You have nothing to fear from her now.”
Charlotte wasn’t swayed but instead calmed everyone down. “Forget it. Let’s coexist peacefully. Nelson would be unhappy if he found out.”
“Why? He can’t still have feelings for that vixen…” The group looked at Charlotte with sympathy.
She pressed her lips together, her competitive spirit ignited. “No, Nelson simply doesn’t like mentioning her. Maybe he feels… their past disgusts him.”
When she was with him, Charlotte had occasionally brought up Callie, but Nelson would often frown and end the topic with, “Don’t mention her.”
Charlotte couldn’t tell if he genuinely hated Callie or if thinking of her caused him pain. Over time, she preferred to believe it was the former.
Everyone seemed to understand. “She’s really not as good as you. You’re slimmer and have better poise. In every way, she’s inferior to you.”
Charlotte listened, but in the end, didn’t even bother to smile.
Though Callie wasn’t as slim as her, she had all the right curves and her smile was lively and mischievous like a young girl.
This was something Charlotte had tried to imitate for a long time without success.
“Maevelyn, I heard you’re organizing an art exhibition?” someone suddenly asked.
Charlotte snapped back to reality. “Yes, my father insisted on it, saying I have talent. You must come.”
“… You’re amazing!”
She smiled gently but when she lowered her eyes, the smile vanished.
Callie was still engrossed in the magazine, completely uninterested in the show on stage. After a while, she put down the magazine and answered a phone call. Whatever was said on the other end made her frown as she got up and left.
The magazine was left behind on the seat.
Even after the show ended and the crowd dispersed, Callie didn’t return. The magazine remained there, unnoticed.
Several friends were picked up by their drivers. Before leaving, they asked, “Shall we go together?”
Charlotte replied leisurely, “Thank you, I’ll wait for my family driver.”
Once everyone had left, she turned around and quietly returned to the now empty venue. She walked to Callie’s seat and picked up the magazine.