Sound Like Strangers

Cecilia’s gaze drifted toward the crowd, landing on Phoebe Chelsea’s mother- who was scanning the room with quiet interest, as if assessing the crowd.

Charlotte frowned slightly. “Screening for what?”

Cecilia didn’t look away. “Chelsea’s parents have been searching for a suitable husband for her. If I’m right, this auction isn’t just about fundraising. It’s a subtle test to gauge the wealth and influence of potential candidates… or rather, their families.”

Chelsea’s parents were no fools. They would never let their daughter marry a mere social climber.

Though their fortune was vast, they had no intention of handing it over lightly. Instead, they used this elegant evening as a quiet vetting process, seeking a man whose background and status matched theirs.

“So that’s what this is about,” Charlotte murmured.