Seven years had passed in a blink of an eye.

"Thalia Frost is here!"The screams of the reporters erupted, slicing through the night.

The sleek black limousine purred to a perfect halt, before the glittering entrance of the Grand Palais.

Cameras were already flashing, the red carpet glowing under the bright lights. Thalia stepped out first.

Every inch of her exuded red gown hugged her frame sexily to the diamond earrings that swayed with each poised movement,radiating elegance with every breath.

She held her six years old daughter's hand, Tracey who was in a matching version of her gown.

She glanced down at her with a pretty smile.

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