Transmigrated Into The True Heiress-Chapter 113: Reference

Ephyra finished there when it was mid-afternoon and drove to the address of the banquet venue Jania had given her. The location of the hall was in the heart of the upscale district. Ephyra’s car rolled through the ornate gates, flanked by towering evergreens dusted with snow. The driveway curved gracefully toward the entrance, where a line of trucks was already parked. She parked and stepped out, her heels crunching softly against the gravel as she adjusted her coat against the biting winter air.

A valet approached her with a polite smile, offering to take her keys. "Welcome, Miss Ephyra, Please proceed inside; someone will guide you from there."

Ephyra handed over the keys and strode confidently toward the main doors. The entrance was bustling with activity as workers moved in and out, carrying last-minute decorations and trays of hors d’oeuvres.

Ornate chandeliers cast a warm glow across the marble foyer, where decorators added final touches to the grand floral arrangements and shimmering drapery. The scent of fresh pine and winter roses hung faintly in the air, blending with the crisp cold that seeped in from outside.

A worker dressed in a formal black ensemble greeted Ephyra as she stepped through the doors. "Mrs. Aelion, we’ve been expecting you. Please follow me."

Ephyra offered a curt nod and trailed behind the woman, her eyes scanning the opulent interior. The venue was nothing short of breathtaking—a mix of modern luxury and timeless elegance. The walls were adorned with intricate gold accents, and the high ceiling showcased an expansive skylight, through which soft snowfall could be seen.

As they walked, the worker gestured toward the main ballroom. "The masquerade banquet is set to take place here. Miss Jania wanted every detail to reflect sophistication and mystery. The finishing touches are being applied now."

Ephyra stepped into the ballroom, and her breath caught for a moment. The space was transformed into a winter wonderland. Frosted branches, twinkling fairy lights, and cascading crystal decorations framed the room. The tables were draped in silver linens, each centerpiece featuring candles nestled in glass domes surrounded by delicate white flowers.

Jania emerged from the crowd of bustling workers, her phone in hand, followed by a woman in a bodycon dress with a clipboard tucked under her arm. "There you are," she said, approaching Ephyra with a smirk. "What do you think?"

"It’s... impressive," Ephyra admitted, her tone neutral but her gaze sweeping over the room with genuine appreciation.

Jania grinned. "I knew you’d approve. Everything’s running smoothly. Master Lyle sends his greetings. Why didn’t you call him?"

Ephyra sighed, sitting on a chair beside them. "I forgot. Are you going to be done with all the preparations today?"

"Yes. The decorations, lighting arrangements, catering, and music setup are all on track. They’re just working on the final placements for the floral centerpieces and testing the sound system and LED screen for the live show," Jania said, grinning and mentally ticking items off a list. "Oh, and the dessert table—it’s almost done too. You’ll love it; it’s a work of art." freewebnσvel.cѳm

Ephyra nodded absently, taking in the flurry of activity around her.

Jania turned her attention back to her. "Did you go to the stylist? You look like you had a hectic day."

"Visiting a stylist is hectic work," Ephyra scoffed, leaning back in her chair. "Yes, I went this morning. I picked out three dresses, actually. The first is a midnight-blue velvet gown with an asymmetrical neckline, complete with subtle silver embroidery—It’s elegant. The second is a bold, crimson silk dress with a high slit and intricate gold embellishments. It’s definitely more dramatic."

"And the third?" Jania asked, intrigued.

Ephyra smiled. "A black tulle gown with shimmering crystal details that look like starlight. It’s paired with a mask with matching crystal accents. That’s the one I’m most optimistic about. Anyway, they are all being used as a reference for the custom gown I’m having made," Ephyra finished. "I gave the stylist all the details this morning. They’ll take elements from each design to create something unique—something that stands out but still fits the masquerade theme."

Jania raised an eyebrow, impressed. "Trust you to go the extra mile. When will it be ready?"

"Tomorrow morning," Ephyra replied confidently. "I made sure they understood the deadline. The stylist assured me it will be flawless. The final dress will have the elegance of the midnight-blue velvet, the boldness of the crimson silk, and the ethereal quality of the black tulle. All in one."

Jania clapped her hands together in delight. "Now that’s the Ephyra I know—never settling for less than perfection." She glanced at her clipboard companion. "Make sure her gown gets delivered directly to her room at the estate first thing tomorrow."

The woman nodded, making a quick note.

Ephyra stood and smoothed her coat. "I’ll leave you to it then. Let me know if there are any updates. I’ll be at the penthouse getting ready for the graduation ceremony," she said, rolling her eyes as she remembered the principal’s words, reminding everyone to arrive early the next morning to make the graduation was memorable.

Jania chuckled at Ephyra’s expression. "Don’t let them get under your skin too much. Graduation is a milestone, even for someone like you."

Ephyra smirked. "A milestone I could do without the theatrics for."

Jania shook her head, a playful smile tugging at her lips. "Well, don’t let it ruin your mood. Remember, after all that formality, you’ll be dazzling everyone at the masquerade. I’m sure that this graduation will be just what your principal wants."

Ephyra gave a small nod before turning toward the exit. "I’ll see you tomorrow then. Take care of yourself, okay?"

"Okay, ma’am," Jania called after her, already back to giving directions to the staff.

As Ephyra walked back to her car, the chilly wind biting at her cheeks, she glanced up at the snowy sky, her lips curling into a faint, determined smile. The masquerade would be her stage, and the world would witness Ephyra Allen, not as a disgraced daughter, but as a daughter who was taking her revenge.