Chapter 285

Olivia Sinclair grasped the severity of the moment.

Winston stepped forward reassuringly. "Don't fret. I'll contact Mr. Donovan Kensington to arrange another gown. It may require some time."

Olivia stopped Winston mid-dial with a firm shake of her head.

She retreated to her chambers to retrieve Julian Kensington's gifts. The dress and jewels sparkled with breathtaking brilliance.

The attendant interpreted Olivia's silent question. "These were sent by Julian. Will they suffice?"

Winston's face broke into a delighted grin. "This is the work of a world-renowned designer - not merely expensive but utterly exclusive. Only three or four such dresses exist globally."

His fingers traced the jewelry's intricate details as he explained their provenance. "Mr. Julian Kensington has shown remarkable thoughtfulness in his selections. Wearing these would be perfect, and Mr. Alistair Kensington will be thoroughly pleased. He places immense importance on family harmony."

Given the circumstances, Olivia felt compelled to accept the lavish gifts.

She exhaled resignedly as Winston summoned the stylist with a discreet gesture.

Julian's chosen design cleverly concealed Olivia's pregnancy. Though only four months along with barely noticeable changes, the dress's flowing silhouette and cascading skirts eliminated any risk of unwanted attention.

Olivia's statuesque frame allowed the floor-length gown to drape elegantly without requiring heels.

When the transformation was complete, Olivia stared at her reflection, startled by the vision of refined elegance staring back.

Her usual understated style had been replaced by something extraordinary, accentuating her delicate features in ways she'd never seen before. Normally pretty in a quiet way, she now radiated undeniable beauty.

The luxurious attire didn't seem foreign on Olivia's frame. Instead, she carried the ensemble with innate grace and nobility, as though born to wear such finery.

Winston visibly caught his breath before his expression blossomed with pride. "The Kensington bloodline shines through unmistakably. Such poise can't be learned."

Then a shadow crossed his features, his eyes growing misty. He dabbed discreetly at the corner of one eye. "Olivia, you're the very image of Vivienne standing before me. It's as if time has folded upon itself."

Studying her reflection, Olivia felt emotions churning within. She'd seen photographs of her mother in youth, and the resemblance was uncanny. Could she truly belong to this family after all?

With a steadying breath and thoughts whirling like autumn leaves, Olivia composed herself and moved toward the grand hall.

The space buzzed with Crestwood's elite. To emphasize Alistair's regard for Olivia, every prominent family in the city had received invitations.

Before Olivia's arrival, the guests indulged in speculative whispers.

"Could Olivia Sinclair truly be Alistair Kensington's granddaughter?"