Your Gold Digger is Actually A True Heiress by Vera Fiore

Chapter 93 Ten days later.

Randolph Winters held a grand banquet for Thalia.

The banquet was set at Great Fosters, Randolph's newly purchased estate in Surrey. Though the event was scheduled for seven in the evening, Thalia had risen at eight in the morning to begin her preparations.

During the previous Blackwood family dinner, Lady Blackwood had insisted that proper British girls ought to wear traditional evening gowns. Thalia had initially considered visiting the most prestigious couturier in London for a bespoke evening dress, but upon remembering the banquet hall's Medieval European Rococo aesthetic, she decided on something more elaborate.

For tonight, she'd selected a light blue Rococo-style off-shoulder gown inspired by the one worn by Marie Antoinette in the 1956 film "The Queen of Fashion." The dress featured numerous petticoats and a pannier, creating an exquisitely wide, magnificent silhouette. Underneath, she wore a structured corset that accentuated her waist and décolletage, showcasing her perfect figure. The gown was crafted from luxurious silk with elaborate embellishments, adorned with intricate lace and pearl detailing-both elegant and regal.

To complement the ensemble, her stylist had fitted Thalia with a platinum blonde wig styled in period fashion. The upper portion was swept back and secured, while the lower section cascaded in European-style curls on either side, adorned with hair ornaments matching the gown's palette.

For makeup, she was given light blue contact lenses, transforming her appearance to blonde-haired and blue- eyed, perfectly complementing the Rococo-style gown. Thalia's naturally porcelain complexion required minimal cosmetics-just a light layer of foundation and a subtle lip colour sufficed to make her appear like an angel descended to earth.

The estate was located approximately an hour's drive from Thalia's Tribeca flat.

At five in the afternoon, Asher arrived at the stylist's salon to collect Thalia, finding himself momentarily stunned by her transformation.

Thalia turned to him with a gentle smile. "You're here." Asher was also impeccably dressed in period-appropriate formal attire, his hair styled in subtle waves to match the era, enhancing his aristocratic bearing.

Thalia sat at the dressing table adjusting her appearance in the mirror. Asher approached, bowing slightly and extending his hand. "My little princess." Thalia gently placed her hand in his.

Asher brought her hand to his lips, placing a reverent kiss upon it and speaking in flawless French: "Ma princesse, puis-je avoir l'honneur de vous escorter ce soir?" 13:40 Your Gold Digger is Actually A True Ute's 88.5% Chapter 93 Thalia returned his smile, responding in equally perfect French: "Mais bien sor" An hour later, the Rolls-Royce Cullinan finally arrived at Great Fosters.

The car proceeded along the broad driveway, lined with majestic plane trees. Their winter bare branches fractured the grey winter sky into a delicate lattice of shadows above.

From a distance, one could see the magnificent Tudor-Gothic mansion that served as the estate's main building The estate was larger and more magnificent than the Powell residence, covering over two hundred acres. The main building was an imposing historic structure, with several period cottages and guest accommodations elegantly positioned throughout the grounds.

The landscaping featured evergreens, providing lush greenery even in winter. The expansive gardens contained numerous rare specimens and architectural follies.

The estate also included a helipad, an ornamental lake, swimming facilities, a private cinema, tennis courts, a gymnasium, equestrian facilities, and other comprehensive amenities.

Randolph had studied in France in his youth and had traveled extensively throughout Europe.

He spoke impeccable French with a genuine Parisian accent, and when dressed in formal attire, his every gesture exuded the quality of French aristocracy. He particularly favoured Rococo and Baroque architectural styles. This estate was one he had recently purchased as part of Thalia's dowry. Having just completed the transaction, today marked its inaugural reception for entertaining guests.

Luxury vehicles continuously arrived at the estate. At the entrance, numerous uniformed security staff stood in formation, verifying invitations and confirming identities.

ins achee men When the Cullinan reached the entrance, the security personnel allowed it to pass without inspection.

They had been instructed to memorise the registration plates of vehicles frequently used by the Blackwood and Winters families, including Asher's Cullinan.

The car proceeded unhindered into the estate, finally stopping before the main building.

Other guests' vehicles were directed to the designated parking area; only cars from the Winters, Blackwood, and Powell families were privileged to stop directly at the main entrance.

After the chauffeur parked, Asher opened the door. The estate butler, who had already emerged to welcthem, stood nearby with a respectful bow.

Asher extended his hand toward Thalia, who alighted gracefully with his assistance.

The mansion doors stood wide open, with a red carpet extending from outside far into the interior, its end not visible from the entrance.

13:40 Your Gold Digger is Actually A True Beas 88.7% Chapter 93 On either side of the red carpet, dozens of staff lined up in two rows, all in formal livery, bowing as they called out in unison: "Good evening, Miss Winters! Good evening, Mr. Blackwood!" Thalia, arm in arm with Asher, walked elegantly along the red carpet into the mansion.

The banquet hall on the ground floor was designed after the ballroom of Versailles-magnificent and splendidly decorated. Several enormous crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, which was painted with Renaissance-inspired murals. Entering the banquet hall was like stepping into a royal French palace from centuries past.

This ballroom rivalled even its Versailles inspiration in grandeur.

Inside, the orchestra played gentle classical melodies while guests conversed animatedly, champagne flutes clinking in celebration.

The moment Thalia and Asher appeared, they captured everyone's attention.

The crowd automatically parted to create a path. Thalia and Asher walked hand in hand into the banquet hall amid admiring glances, as elegant and noble as a royal couple from a bygone era.

Grace Bennett, in an effort to please Lady Blackwood, had once again worn a traditional British evening gown today, which clashed conspicuously with the banquet hall's historic French aesthetic.

However, since there was no formal dress code stipulating that attire must match the banquet's theme, she hadn't initially felt self-conscious about her choice.

But now, seeing Thalia and Asher looking like they'd stepped from the pages of a historical romance, Grace was consumed with jealousy, her composure brittle with resentment.

The pair immediately becthe focal point upon their entrance, outshining all other meticulously dressed guests, including Grace.

Grace, accompanying Lady Blackwood Sr., watched as Thalia and Asher mingled with other guests. She spoke with a caustic undertone: "Grandmother, just look at how Thalia is dressed. You explicitly mentioned at our family dinner that her attire was inappropriate and she ought to embrace her British heritage, but today she's gone even further with this elaborate costume. She's even wearing a blonde wig! Isn't she simply putting on airs? It seems rather like she's deliberately trying to provoke you, doesn't it?" Lady Blackwood was decidedly traditional in her thinking and conservative in her behavior. She had always been wary of foreign influences and held strong opinions about preserving what she considered to be proper British traditions and values.

Although times had changed tically, with increasingly nuanced cultural exchanges and globalization becoming the prevailing reality, the elderly woman's traditional views remained deeply entrenched, and she still harbored certain prejudices against what she perceived as foreign affectations.

Grace's remarks immediately incensed Lady Blackwood.

Chapter 93 She glared at Thalia, who was cheerfully conversing with others nearby, her eyes flashing with disapproval, "She deliberately appears beforedressed like this, knowing my views on the matter, and she's influencing Asher as well. Even his styling looks utterly foreign now. Having someone with so little respect for tradition as my grandson's wife would bring nothing but discord to our family!" Chapter 93 Ten days later.

Randolph Winters held a grand banquet for Thalia.

The banquet was set at Great Fosters, Randolph's newly purchased estate in Surrey. Though the event was scheduled for seven in the evening, Thalia had risen at eight in the morning to begin her preparations.

During the previous Blackwood family dinner, Lady Blackwood had insisted that proper British girls ought to wear traditional evening gowns. Thalia had initially considered visiting the most prestigious couturier in London for a bespoke evening dress, but upon remembering the banquet hall's Medieval European Rococo aesthetic, she decided on something more elaborate.

For tonight, she'd selected a light blue Rococo-style off-shoulder gown inspired by the one worn by Marie Antoinette in the 1956 film "The Queen of Fashion." The dress featured numerous petticoats and a pannier, creating an exquisitely wide, magnificent silhouette. Underneath, she wore a structured corset that accentuated her waist and décolletage, showcasing her perfect figure. The gown was crafted from luxurious silk with elaborate embellishments, adorned with intricate lace and pearl detailing-both elegant and regal.

To complement the ensemble, her stylist had fitted Thalia with a platinum blonde wig styled in period fashion. The upper portion was swept back and secured, while the lower section cascaded in European-style curls on either side, adorned with hair ornaments matching the gown's palette.

For makeup, she was given light blue contact lenses, transforming her appearance to blonde-haired and blue- eyed, perfectly complementing the Rococo-style gown. Thalia's naturally porcelain complexion required minimal cosmetics-just a light layer of foundation and a subtle lip colour sufficed to make her appear like an angel descended to earth.

The estate was located approximately an hour's drive from Thalia's Tribeca flat.

At five in the afternoon, Asher arrived at the stylist's salon to collect Thalia, finding himself momentarily stunned by her transformation.

Thalia turned to him with a gentle smile. “You're here." Asher was also impeccably dressed in period-appropriate formal attire, his hair styled in subtle waves to match the era, enhancing his aristocratic bearing.

Thalia sat at the dressing table adjusting her appearance in the mirror. Asher approached, bowing slightly and extending his hand. "My little princess." Thalia gently placed her hand in his.

Asher brought her hand to his lips, placing a reverent kiss upon it and speaking in flawless French: "Ma princesse, puis-je avoir l'honneur de vous escorter ce soir?" 13:40 Your Gold Digger is Actually A True Ute's 88.5% Chapter 93 Thalia returned his smile, responding in equally perfect French: "Mais bien sor" An hour later, the Rolls-Royce Cullinan finally arrived at Great Fosters.

The car proceeded along the broad driveway, lined with majestic plane trees. Their winter bare branches fractured the grey winter sky into a delicate lattice of shadows above.

From a distance, one could see the magnificent Tudor-Gothic mansion that served as the estate's main building The estate was larger and more magnificent than the Powell residence, covering over two hundred acres. The main building was an imposing historic structure, with several period cottages and guest accommodations elegantly positioned throughout the grounds.

The landscaping featured evergreens, providing lush greenery even in winter. The expansive gardens contained numerous rare specimens and architectural follies.

The estate also included a helipad, an ornamental lake, swimming facilities, a private cinema, tennis courts, a gymnasium, equestrian facilities, and other comprehensive amenities.

Randolph had studied in France in his youth and had traveled extensively throughout Europe.

He spoke impeccable French with a genuine Parisian accent, and when dressed in formal attire, his every gesture exuded the quality of French aristocracy. He particularly favoured Rococo and Baroque architectural styles. This estate was one he had recently purchased as part of Thalia's dowry. Having just completed the transaction, today marked its inaugural reception for entertaining guests.

Luxury vehicles continuously arrived at the estate. At the entrance, numerous uniformed security staff stood in formation, verifying invitations and confirming identities.

ins achee men When the Cullinan reached the entrance, the security personnel allowed it to pass without inspection.

They had been instructed to memorise the registration plates of vehicles frequently used by the Blackwood and Winters families, including Asher's Cullinan.

The car proceeded unhindered into the estate, finally stopping before the main building.

Other guests' vehicles were directed to the designated parking area; only cars from the Winters, Blackwood, and Powell families were privileged to stop directly at the main entrance.

After the chauffeur parked, Asher opened the door. The estate butler, who had already emerged to welcthem, stood nearby with a respectful bow.

Asher extended his hand toward Thalia, who alighted gracefully with his assistance.

The mansion doors stood wide open, with a red carpet extending from outside far into the interior, its end not visible from the entrance.

13:40 Your Gold Digger is Actually A True Beas 88.7% Chapter 93 On either side of the red carpet, dozens of staff lined up in two rows, all in formal livery, bowing as they called out in unison: "Good evening, Miss Winters! Good evening, Mr. Blackwood!" Thalia, arm in arm with Asher, walked elegantly along the red carpet into the mansion.

The banquet hall on the ground floor was designed after the ballroom of Versailles-magnificent and splendidly decorated. Several enormous crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, which was painted with Renaissance-inspired murals. Entering the banquet hall was like stepping into a royal French palace from centuries past.

This ballroom rivalled even its Versailles inspiration in grandeur.

Inside, the orchestra played gentle classical melodies while guests conversed animatedly, champagne flutes clinking in celebration.

The moment Thalia and Asher appeared, they captured everyone's attention.

The crowd automatically parted to create a path. Thalia and Asher walked hand in hand into the banquet hall amid admiring glances, as elegant and noble as a royal couple from a bygone era.

Grace Bennett, in an effort to please Lady Blackwood, had once again worn a traditional British evening gown today, which clashed conspicuously with the banquet hall's historic French aesthetic.

However, since there was no formal dress code stipulating that attire must match the banquet's theme, she hadn't initially felt self-conscious about her choice.

But now, seeing Thalia and Asher looking like they'd stepped from the pages of a historical romance, Grace was consumed with jealousy, her composure brittle with resentment.

The pair immediately becthe focal point upon their entrance, outshining all other meticulously dressed guests, including Grace.

Grace, accompanying Lady Blackwood Sr., watched as Thalia and Asher mingled with other guests. She spoke with a caustic undertone: "Grandmother, just look at how Thalia is dressed. You explicitly mentioned at our family dinner that her attire was inappropriate and she ought to embrace her British heritage, but today she's gone even further with this elaborate costume. She's even wearing a blonde wig! Isn't she simply putting on airs? It seems rather like she's deliberately trying to provoke you, doesn't it?" Lady Blackwood was decidedly traditional in her thinking and conservative in her behavior. She had always been wary of foreign influences and held strong opinions about preserving what she considered to be proper British traditions and values.

Although times had changed tically, with increasingly nuanced cultural exchanges and globalization becoming the prevailing reality, the elderly woman's traditional views remained deeply entrenched, and she still harbored certain prejudices against what she perceived as foreign affectations. Grace's remarks immediately incensed Lady Blackwood. Chapter 93

She glared at Thalia, who was cheerfully conversing with others nearby, her eyes flashing with disapproval, "She deliberately m appears beforedressed like this, knowing my views on the matter, and she's influencing Asher as well. Even his styling looks utterly foreign now. Having someone with so little respect for tradition as my grandson's wife would bring nothing but discord to our family!" "Indeed, Grandmother," Grace added with feigned concern. "Asher never used to dress in such theatrical costumes, Thalia must have insisted upon it." Lady Blackwood's expression darkened further. "What a waste that I even offered an apology after the family dinner, admitting I had been rather harsh. This sort of behavior shouldn't be indulged. Perhaps I wasn't firm enough in expressing my concerns previously." (3) "Indeed, Grandmother," Grace added with feigned concern. "Asher never used to dress in such theatrical costumes, Thalia must have insisted upon it." Lady Blackwood's expression darkened further. "What a waste that I even offered an apology after the family dinner, admitting I had been rather harsh. This sort of behavior shouldn't be indulged. Perhaps I wasn't firm enough in expressing my concerns previously." (3) mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLliIofifl0&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1