Standing just a few feet away from Eleanor was a young woman named Lauren. Dressed in a starkly simple black dress with a crisp white Peter Pan collar, Lauren looked entirely out of place among the sea of sequined gowns and tailored tuxedos. Pinned to her chest was a modest, understated nametag. To anyone walking past, she appeared to be a low-level event staffer—perhaps a server, a coat-check attendant, or a personal aide hired to push the elderly woman’s wheelchair.
Exposed at the Gala: The 12 Seconds That Destroyed a High-Society Reputation!
Chapter 6
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