Chapter 63
Brittany's Pov
The minute I stepped out of my car and walked to the grand ballroom, photographers set their cameras, then started flashing at me. Taking my pictures.
My name was heard from every direction. I smiled and posed, turning slightly so they could capture my midnight-red Zuhair Murad gown from every angle. It was expensive so why won't I show off. The beading sparkled like starlight.
This was my night, the one I'd planned for weeks.
When the photographers were done, I moved through the crowd with my best smile, greeting familiar faces, offering quick compliments, acting exactly how a future Rodrigo should.
Then I saw them–Margaret and Richard Rodrigo. They stood together near the center of the room, glowing with confidence and money.
"Margaret! Richard!" I called
