A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

At the soiree, she effortlessly became the center of attention, turning heads as she glided through the crowd.

Criss, with his arm securely around her, led her to the central display where they added their signatures to the guestbook.

Cameras flashed as they posed; a reporter with a microphone stepped up to them and asked, “Mr. Criss, could you please introduce us to the lady by your side?”

With a charming smile and a touch of grace, Criss replied, “Of course, I’ve been looking forward to introducing her all evening. Her name is Dawn, which, as you know, means the break of day. You may call her Miss Dawn.”

“Miss, are you the enigmatic Dawn who’s been the talk of the internet, with an identity shrouded in mystery?” the reporter inquired, extending the microphone towards Matilda.

Matilda’s smile was poised yet warm. “Yes, I’m the Dawn you’ve heard about online.”

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Attempts to meet Dawn were often met with polite refusals, enhancing her mystique. She owned a studio that periodically released handcrafted bag designs, each in limited editions that sold out almost instantly.

Dawn’s name was like a bright yet distant star in the design world, and now, here she stood among them, as radiant and stunning as her reputation had suggested!

Matilda’s smile was friendly yet composed. Noticing the reporter’s initial nervousness and how it eased under her gentle demeanor, he asked another question, “Is there a special meaning behind choosing the name ‘Dawn‘?”

Meaning?

A fleeting cascade of emotions crossed Matilda’s eyes. In a swift moment, her gaze met Yvan’s in the crowd, and it seemed as if centuries had passed in their silent exchange.

Collecting herself, Matilda chuckled softly before she spoke, “As Mr. Criss mentioned, “Dawn‘ signifies the first light. I’ve been through dark times that cast a long shadow over my life, times that nearly plunged me into despair. So, I longed for dawn, I anticipated it, and I hoped to be the dawn for myself. I believe that darkness leads to daybreak, so here I am, standing anew, reminding myself that the day has brightened!”

Her heartfelt speech moved everyone. If anyone had harbored doubts about Matilda’s standing with Mr. Criss, those doubts were now dispelled by her sincerity and spirit.

The light in her eyes as she spoke was undeniable. Yes, who was she? She had once stood under the spotlight, triumphant, only to fall from grace. Five years in prison had nearly broken her, but now she was back, reclaiming her place in the public eye.

Who was she? She was Matilda Thompson.

In Sea City, there had always been only one Matilda Thompson.

From the beginning, even through her darkest hour, she was destined for dawn. No one would break her spirit.

“Brother, if your spirit lingers, can you see me now? I’m back in the elite circle, carrying on your belief, fighting alone!” she murmured inwardly.