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Naomi held out her wristband. When the security guard at the entrance spotted the guest pass hanging around her neck, his tone immediately changed.
“Oh! Miss Naomi, please, this way.”
Flattered by the sudden show of respect, Naomi strutted confidently toward the very front of the VIP
section.
Her seat wasn’t far from Emma’s, but it was clearly better–right in the center, with the best view in the house.
When Emma saw Naomi sitting in that prime spot, a sour feeling twisted in her gut.
That seat was supposed to be hers.
Just as Naomi settled in, she noticed that the person beside her was none other than Eliza.
She hadn’t expected Eliza to get such a good seat too.
Naomi leaned over with a sarcastic smile. “Wow, big sis sure is lucky. Even managed to snag a front–row seat. Guess that’s what being the noble of the Jo family gets you.”
Her tone was anything but polite–dripping with mockery.
The night she was thrown out of the Qiao house, Naomi had a dream.
In it, she studied abroad, landed a prestigious job, had dozens of suitors, and when she returned home, Zayden even divorced Eliza just to marry her. Eliza took the fall for everything and ended up executed after her family revoked her legal protection.
She was the winner of that dream life.
Which only made Naomi believe more firmly that Eliza had stolen what was rightfully hers.
She should have been the Qiao family’s noble, Zayden’s wife, and a shining star in Westbrook.
Instead, she was stuck with an old man like Nathaniel and forced to carry out orders under Matteo’s threat.
Just thinking about it made her seethe with hatred toward Eliza.
But Eliza acted like she didn’t even notice Naomi’s glare. She smiled slightly and said, “How could my seat compare? Yours is the best in the entire concert.”
Naomi was finally sitting higher than Eliza, and that gave her a sense of smug satisfaction.
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Just then, the concert began. The crowd erupted in cheers as everyone craned to get a glimpse of Soren
“Soren! Soren!”
Fans screamed his name as he rose from beneath the stage,
He looked like a star descending from the heavens.
To Eliza, that phrase didn’t even do him justice–Soren truly was a once–in–a–decade superstar.
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From the very first song, the atmosphere in the arena exploded with excitement.
It was autumn, but the energy in the crowd made it feel like the peak of summer.
But by the second song, Naomi started to squirm.
Her face itched terribly.
She wanted to scratch the skin, but she couldn’t risk peeling off the synthetic layer by accident.
By the fourth song, the discomfort became unbearable. Naomi stood up.
Her seat was front and center–impossible to miss.
The moment she rose, everyone nearby noticed.
They were all immersed in the performance, and Naomi’s sudden movement annoyed quite a few people.
Still, she had no choice but to grit her teeth and walk toward the back of the VIP area.
When she finally made it to the last row, a security guard stopped her.
“Miss Naomi, I’m sorry, you can’t leave right now.”
“I just need to use the restroom. Please let me through.”
Naomi tried to push past him, but the guard held firm. “VIP guests aren’t allowed to exit once the concert has begun. It’s part of the venue policy.”
“What venue policy? This is the first I’m hearing of it.”
Naomi froze.
The guard pointed to the fine print on the back of her ticket.
“Due to the special nature of the VIP section, attendees are not permitted to leave during the performance.”
Naomi flipped her ticket over–and sure enough, there it was. A single, easily overlooked line of text.
Her face instantly fell.
Why hadn’t anyone told her about this?
“Miss Naomi, please hang in there. The show will be over in about ninety minutes.”
Ninety minutes…
The number made her clench her fists.
There was no way she could endure this itch for another hour and a half.
“Are you
done yet? If you are, can you go sit down?”
“Yeah! Stop blocking our view of Soren!”
The other VIP fans were growing irritated.
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Naomi had been fussing nonstop since the beginning, and it was killing the mood.
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