She held onto Seth Quinn's arm, a constant smile on her face as she greeted guests by his side.
She tried not to pay attention to the crowd, but she couldn't help but overhear the hushed whispers of admiration and envy from the other female guests.
During a quiet moment, Clara Grant glanced down at her gown. It was undeniably beautiful. When she'd first put it on, she had stared at her reflection, stunned for a moment. She had never seen herself look so strikingly beautiful, so noble and elegant.
'But now,' she thought, 'this dress feels too beautiful, too eye-catching. It's making me the center of attention.'
Clara Grant fiddled with the hem of her skirt and sighed, a little dejected.
She was an actress, after all, destined to live her life under the public's gaze, to be watched and talked about. But she still wasn't completely used to it, and it made her feel a little uneasy.
