Chapter 85 The Belle of the Ball

No one present doubted Duncan's sincerity; it was well-known he was the kind of man who spoke from the heart. A week later, when the masquerade ball kicked off, Sylvia's brothers and father were visibly excited about her participation. What was merely a small gathering of friends turned into an opportunity for the men in her family to shower her with extravagant gifts. "Little sis, how about this mask? It cost a fortune," Bark said, showcasing an ornate piece. "And this dress? As the youngest daughter of the Ivan family, you must stand out. Your big brother had it custom-made just for you. Don't worry about the cost; wear it once, and we'll get you another. I've had a bunch made," Bruce smiled, his pride obvious. "Our father spared no expense to provide you with a unique car for tonight, a one-of-a-kind vehicle. Use it with confidence," Stanford chimed in, handing her the keys. Surrounded by these generous offerings, Sylvia wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry, especially at Bark's