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“Ms. Summer, you and Mr. Graham come from very different backgrounds. Are you worried you won’t live up to the title of Havenbrook’s “First Lady?” 

Summer didn’t respond. 

Yvette stepped forward, blocking the mics with a sharp glare. 

God, these reporters are the worst. 

They were always fishing for controversy to boost magazine sales. 

She was a top–tier celebrity standing right there and they didn’t even spare her a glance. Figures. Being the future Mrs. Graham really is a lightning rod–envy, jealousy, attention. All part of the package. 

Security arrived quickly and cleared the paparazzi off them like swatting flies, escorting Summer 

and Yvette into the ballroom. 

Summer had originally planned to attend tonight’s gala as a representative of the Stewart Group. 

But once the charity association saw her name, they’d instinctively switched it to “Mrs. Graham” and arranged for her to sit in the front row. 

Yvette glanced over to make sure Summer wasn’t upset by the media’s questions. 

“Don’t let that stuff get to you. Reporters are trash. The more you hear, the more brain cells you. lose.” 

Summer had already prepared herself the day Fraser announced their engagement. 

Choosing to be with him meant being scrutinized–by the press, by the public, by the city’s elite. 

This kind of media attention didn’t faze her anymore. 

“I’m fine. Really,” she said calmly. 

Yvette grinned. “Still, it’s kind of wild. Everyone keeps calling you Mrs. Graham this, Mrs. Graham that I almost forgot your last name is Stewart.” 

Summer rubbed her temple. “You’re not the only one. I’m starting to get dizzy hearing it.” 

“Oh yeah?” Yvette teased. Then maybe don’t marry him. Let him stew a little longer. Honestly, I think he’s got it out for me.” 

Summer stifled a cough. 

Well… Fraser did seem to have a slightly over–the–top possessive streak lately. 

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“There’s nothing like that. You’re overthinking it.” 

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Yvette scoffed. “Please. You’re not even officially married and you’re already taking his side. 

Traitor.” 

Summer wrapped her arm around hers and coaxed, “Okay, okay. You’re number one in m 

heart.” 

my 

Yvette arched a brow and raised her phone, giving it a little shake. “You better mean that. I recorded you saying it. Next time Fraser throws me that death stare, I’m gonna play this on repeat–one hundred times. 

Summer froze. …You didn’t.” 

She really wanted to snatch that phone and delete the audio. 

As they laughed and walked further into the venue, a staff member guided them to the front row, 

Across the room, Emelia was chatting with a group of wealthy socialites, Morgan standing at her side looking radiant and smug. 

Yvette smirked. “Let’s see how much they’re still smiling by the end of the night.” 

Emelia was the vice chair of the charity association. 

Tonight’s gala was practically her home turf. 

She’d brought Morgan along specifically to help her make a splash and hopefully catch the attention of one of Havenbrook’s powerful bachelors. 

Her husband was gone. Her only shot at keeping power in the Harper family was marrying Morgan into a top–tier household. 

Sure, Martin treated her well now–but the man was old. If he kicked the bucket, she and Morgan would have nothing left. 

Just a few days ago, she’d gone to meet with the Aldridge family elders. 

They hadn’t outright rejected her, but it was obvious–they had zero interest in Morgan. 

So this gala was crucial for both Emelia and Morgan. 

Just then, the charity chairwoman, Holly, spotted Summer and Yvette entering. Her eyes lit up and she immediately stepped forward to greet them. 

The surrounding socialites noticed and hurried after her. 

Emelia and Morgan spotted Summer at the same time. Both stiffened in place, visibly thrown off. 

Morgan’s expression twisted into a dark scowl. 

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going over, she had no choice but to follow. 

As vice chair, snubbing the guest of honor would’ve been a social disaster. 

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Holly extended her hand. “Mrs. Graham! What an honor to have you with us tonight. You’ve graced this gala with your presence.” 

Summer shook her hand with a gracious smile. “This evening’s about supporting people with disabilities. It’s a meaningful cause. Of course I wanted to be here.” 

Holly beamed, then turned to address the other socialites. 

“Ladies, you might not have heard–Mrs. Graham donated twenty million before the gala even began. What a generous and kind–hearted soul.” 

Summer replied evenly, “It’s just a small gesture from the Graham Group.”