She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 288

As she spoke, the girl looked around eagerly, her eyes filled with anticipation.

Cyrilla honestly didn’t know if Lucian would come. She was never privy to his whereabouts, and the few scraps of information she got came from Zeke and Robert. But with so many eyes on her, she said, “I told him about it, but you know how busy he is with his duties. I’m not sure if he’ll make it, but he did say he has a gift for me at home.”

Cyrilla touched the sparkling, custom-made necklace on her deliberately exposed neck and murmured shyly, “I wonder what he’ll give me this time.”

The girls around her looked on with envy. “He must really love you. I came here once, and a simple set meal cost over five thousand. This whole party must be costing hundreds of thousands.”

“Is a few hundred thousand a lot?” a wealthy girl who had also been invited muttered while sipping her juice. “For a man of his stature, if he were truly throwing a party for the woman he loved, he’d book a whole castle.”

The words reached Cyrilla’s ears, and she retorted with a soft but sharp tone, “I was the one who asked to keep things simple. Lucian is a soldier, and I don’t want him to have a reputation for being extravagant. You shouldn’t make assumptions about people at that level if you’ve never been around them.”

The comment made the other girl’s face flush with anger and embarrassment, but she held her tongue.

As everyone was fawning over Cyrilla, downstairs at Crown Dining, Giselle was walking toward the elevator, clutching a math workbook. She noticed a plainly dressed woman holding a cake, studying the elevator panel with a confused look.

“You need a keycard or a password to go up,” Giselle kindly informed her. “Are you trying to go to the restaurant?”

Saphira turned, a flash of embarrassment on her face. “Yes, it’s my daughter’s birthday today. I’m here to bring her a cake.”

Giselle swiped her card to call the elevator. “Oh, I see. I can take you up then. I’m heading to the restaurant too.”

Saphira thanked her gratefully and stepped inside, holding the cake. Giselle’s gaze fell on the rabbit-shaped cake. “Is it homemade?”

“Yes, it’s healthier than the ones from the store,” Saphira replied.

“Why didn’t you come with your daughter?” Giselle wondered aloud.

“She forgot to tell me the location. I only found out after asking her… grandfather. She’s here with her classmates. She’s a high school student, about the same age as you.” Saphira looked at Giselle’s school uniform and had a moment of recognition. “Your uniform looks familiar. Just like my daughter, you’re a student at Victory High School.”

Giselle was stunned by the coincidence. Just as the thought crossed her mind, the elevator doors opened. She and Saphira stepped into the grand hall of Crown Dining, and the first thing she saw was a room full of her classmates and Cyrilla’s smiling, chatting face. The birthday crown on her head was especially jarring.

Giselle froze. Cyrilla, upon seeing Saphira, froze as well.

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