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She knocked on the door.

"Come in!" cáme Nash's voice, neither warm nor cold.

Entering the room, Nina saw Nash busy on his computer. Lately, he had been preoccupied with preparations for the upcoming gala, and she wondered what more he had to attend to after returning home from work.

Nash glanced up at her. "What's the matter?"

Nina replied, "Tomorrow is the annual gala of the York Corporation, and I'm planning to attend."

This caught Nash's attention, and his gaze focused on her.

"I recall you don't enjoy such events."

Indeed, she didn't fancy attending such events, finding them too attention-seeking and noisy. Previously, she didn't see the necessity, but now she did.

Nina smiled and said, "People change."

"Very well,” Nash said. “I'll have someone prepare a gown for you."

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Nina was prepared, and she added with a smirk, "On your card."

With that, Nina left.

Nash hesitated for a moment.

However, spending his money brought a hint of amusement to his lips.

At the York Corporation's Charity Gala, many dignitaries made their entrance.

One after another, chauffeured cars arrived at the rear courtyard.

Nina found herself in the dressing room, alongside other artists. To ensure ample time for women to prepare, there was a dedicated dressing area, which was quite thoughtful.

Nina was waiting for Yvonne, but instead, she saw Miranda arrive. Today, Miranda appeared plain-faced, dressed very simply, with seven or eight assistants by her side. It seemed she intended to do her grooming here.

Glancing at Nina, who sported a black suit and her hair in an updo, maintaining her usual secretary appearance, Miranda smiled and quipped, "Everyone else is getting dolled up, why are you still here? Aren't you attending tonight's event? Or did Nash not grant you permission and assigned you to work as staff here?"

"Miranda, there's no need for you to meddle so much," Nina said coldly.

"I'm not interested in meddling now, but..." Miranda approached, leaning in closer to Nina's ear. "Who knows if I'll be meddling in the future, Secretary Nina."

She emphasized the title "Secretary Nina," already envisioning herself as part of the York family. Miranda had assumed the role of the lady of the house, while Nina remained a mere secretary. Miranda could order her around as she pleased.

With that said, Miranda grandly led her assistants into the largest dressing room.

Later on...

"Miss Zimmerman!"

The event staff called out to Penelope upon spotting her. She was currently the hottest female artist, and no event was complete without her presence. She was amiable and approachable with the staff, but today she seemed downcast. Upon seeing Miranda occupying the largest dressing room, her expression soured, and she simply nodded faintly.

She chose not to enter the room to wait, opting instead to sit on an outdoor chair, a spot typically frequented by lesser-known artists. This indicated Penelope's indifference to her

status.

Nina observed closely and had someone deliver a glass of water to her. When Penelope received it and realized it was from Nina, she smiled faintly, displaying her manners. Nina returned the smile. "Nina!" Yvonne arrived, fully prepared, her assistant holding a gift box. "Liz has already made the alterations for you. Go try it on. You must stun everyone tonight."

"It's all thanks to your effort. Otherwise, I wouldn't have the opportunity to wear such a stunning dress!"

"Come on, hurry up! It'll probably take a while for you to get styled. I'm already itching with anticipation!" Yvonne summoned her assistant while the makeup artist got ready to style Nina.

Just then, a disgruntled voice emanated from the largest dressing room. "How could you mess this up? Didn't I tell you to have it ready by last night, no matter what? But instead, you informed me that we had to switch the gown for Miranda! That's her favorite gown! It's as if you don't value her at all!"

"We've altered this gown countless times, but Miranda remains unsatisfied. We're at our wit's end!"

"You completely disregard what I say. Just one word from Miranda, and your shop will have to shut down!"