The Anderson Estate, London, was ablaze with festive lights, its opulent decor transformed into a vibrant celebration space. Today marked a milestone: Emily Anderson's 15th birthday and her debut into society. The cream of London's elite had gathered to congratulate Liam Anderson and his family, creating an electric atmosphere.
Scholars, business leaders, and high-ranking officials mingled with the guests, their warm smiles and hearty handshakes a testament to the Anderson family's esteemed reputation. The sound of laughter, music, and clinking glasses filled the air, as Emily, resplendent in her pink gown, beamed with joy, surrounded by her loved ones.
However, not everyone was celebrating. Outside the mansion, a woman draped in mourning attire stood not far off, observing with a gaze filled with disdain and sadness. Joan Wilson, a young woman with a mysterious past, was determined to disrupt the Andersons' perfect facade.
A maidservant, dressed in green by her side, nervously asked, "Miss Wilson, does our master reside here?" "Master?! He is nothing more than a hypocrite who is greedy for vanity, and abandons his wife and daughter!" Joan's lips curled into a hint of a mocking smile, her tone frostily indifferent. "Go, act as planned. Let's give the Andersons' a night to remember."
As Joan's maid slipped into the mansion, Joan's thoughts were drawn back to her past. Once a revered spiritual leader in her Native American community, a devastating accident had unleashed a darkness within her, cutting her life short. When she awakened again, she found herself in a new body, in a world that was foreign to her.
The transition was jarring, and Joan was immediately confronted with the grief of her new family. Her biological mother's passing had left a deep scar, and the woman's final words continued to haunt Joan. The weight of her mother's anguish and despair pressed upon her, making every breath a struggle.
Seated atop a raised dais, the matriarch of the Anderson family, Mrs. Anderson, was resplendent in a vibrant red gown, her eyes shining with pride as she accepted the accolades of the gathered guests. A self-satisfied smile played on her lips as she reflected on her past decision to orchestrate her son's marriage to Lady Kayla, the Governor's younger sister.
The union had proven to be a shrewd move, catapulting the Andersons to the pinnacle of society. Mrs. Anderson's eyes gleamed with triumph, her mind replaying the sacrifices she had made to ensure her family's ascent to greatness.
Liam Anderson, dressed in a tailored suit, was toasting with his colleagues while his wife, Kayla, was surrounded by a group of noblewomen, beaming with joy and full of pride. Her husband was an important figure trusted by the Governor, her son stood out among young nobles, and her daughter, with her unparalleled beauty, was the most sought-after woman in London.
Her life was so perfect and blissful. Guests flocked in like a tide, with ceaseless flattering speech filling the air. "Master Anderson is the pillar of our great City. We're indeed fortunate!" "Lady Kayla is dignified and virtuous. She's a wise helpmate."
"The eldest son is a true versatile man, exceling in both academics and athletics. He's destined for greatness, and his accomplishments will surely surpass his father's." "The young miss is a gem, embodying the poise and elegance of a true leader. Her confidence and charm are reminiscent of a First Lady, and she's sure to make a lasting impact."
Master Anderson and Lady Kayla, who were receiving flattering words, responded casually from time to time.
The guests were having a pleasant conversation,the atmosphere was harmonious, exuding a peaceful ambience.
Just then, a piercing and harsh voice suddenly came from outside the main hall, "Master Anderson! I want to see Master Anderson!" Everyone froze in surprise. A cold glint flashed in Lady Kayla's eyes, and she asked sternly, "Who is it shouting outside?"
Such disrespect! After this party is over, she would surely get punished! Lady Kayla gave her maid a glance, to which the maid responded in a low voice, "This old servant understands." People were curious. Who would dare to make such a commotion at such an important occasion?
"Master Anderson, do you remember Bailey Scott from your hometown in Texas?" Liam's eyes widened, and he took a step back, his composure momentarily shaken. Kayla's eyes never left Joan. She knew that this was no ordinary guest. This woman had a secret, one that could destroy the Anderson family's reputation forever.