Transmigrated Into The True Heiress-Chapter 100: Dimming

"Your dress is ready!" Jania’s voice echoed through the room as she barged into Eira’s quarters. Her announcement, however, was met with silence. Frowning, Jania scanned the room and found Eira seated in an armchair by the window, her gaze fixed on the greenery of the garden bathed in the dimming evening light.

"Are you alright?" Jania asked, walking over and bending down until their faces were level, her raised brow full of concern.

Eira sighed, finally tearing her eyes away from the window. "I’m fine, just... thinking." She stood, smoothing the wrinkles from her denim pants. "Let me see the dress."

"Alright," Jania drawled, still eyeing her suspiciously, before turning to the maid standing in the doorway. "Bring the dress here."

The maid stepped forward, carefully holding up the dress. Jania took it from her and held it out for Eira to inspect.

"Doesn’t it look amazing? I picked it myself. You wear a lot of white, so I thought, why not go all in? And voilà—a white bodycon dress! Asymmetrical hem, perfect fit. You’re going to love it."

Eira reached out, brushing her fingers over the soft fabric. The dress was off-shoulder, with long sleeves that reached the knuckles. It had a large bow on the left hip, with a draped panel extending to mid-calf on the right side. A small smile played on her lips. "It’s beautiful, Jania. Thank you."

"Great! Now let’s get you ready." Jania placed the dress on the bed, clapping her hands with excitement.

Eira, however, rolled her eyes. "Not yet. I don’t feel like doing anything right now. Especially not going to dinner with my dear family."

Her tone turned icy, her thoughts drifting to the call she’d received yesterday as soon as she left Cyran’s home.

|Yesterday Afternoon|

Eira had just slid into the car when her phone buzzed. Pulling it out, she frowned at the name on the screen.

Eliot.

With a heavy sigh, she let it ring a few more times before reluctantly answering.

"I won’t even ask where you are," Eliot’s calm voice greeted her. "It’s fine, as long as you’re safe."

Good. Don’t ask, Eira thought, rolling her eyes.

"You must be surprised that I’m not angry. Truth is, I’ve been thinking. As a father, I’ve failed you in many ways. I was too harsh, too controlling. And yet, you’ve always been obedient. You never caused trouble, even when Myra—" his voice faltered slightly—"well, she was the complete opposite. Still, I favored her over you. I know that wasn’t fair."

Eira’s grip tightened on the phone, her expression hardening.

Eliot continued, his tone softer now. "You leaving the house like this doesn’t surprise me. Honestly, I deserve it. But I don’t want you to feel like you’re not wanted or loved. I want you to live your life, Eira. Make your own choices. I only ask that you stay safe."

There was a long pause before he added, "I’d like to see you. There’s something I need to apologize for in person. And—" his tone brightened slightly—"we just won a major contract at ALC Architectures. I want to celebrate. Dinner as a family. What do you say? You can come back home, and I’ll have a dress delivered to the mansion—"

"No need," Eira cut him off coldly. "Just send me the address. I’ll meet you there."

"Alright... thank you, Eira. I’ll—"

She ended the call before he could finish, tossing her phone aside with a frustrated sigh.

Family dinner? Enjoy it while it lasts.

|Back in the Present|

"Think of it as one last act of pretense," Jania said, handing Eira the dress. "The next time you see them, you’ll be ready to raze hell."

"Fine," Eira muttered, dragging herself to the bathroom. "But don’t expect me to be enthusiastic about it."

Behind her, Jania shook her head. "Stop acting like the world is ending. You look like you’re about to shatter."

Eira didn’t respond. She merely lifted her middle finger over her shoulder as she disappeared into the bathroom.

An hour later, after much groaning, eye-rolling, and procrastinating, Eira finally sat at her dresser, lazily letting Jania brush foundation onto her skin. Her red hair was already styled into long, loose waves parted slightly off-center, allowing the waves to frame both sides of her face symmetrically.

"Just keep it simple," she mumbled.

"You’ve said that about a thousand times already," Jania replied with a sigh, glancing out the window. The sky had turned dark, with stars slowly dotting the velvet expanse. "Look, it’s already nighttime. You’re going to be at least an hour late."

Eira smirked faintly. "Good. Let them wait."

Jania shook her head but smiled. "You’re impossible."

"I know," Eira replied, her smirk widening into a grin. "But that’s why you love me."

"I never said I love you, and I don’t think I ever will," she said as she continued the makeup, which only consisted of a sheer layer of foundation, light contouring, and a subtle pink tint on Eira’s lips.

Jania leaned back, inspecting her work with a critical eye. "There. Perfectly simple, as you requested. Although I still think you could’ve used a bit more drama. A winged eyeliner wouldn’t have killed you."

Eira chuckled softly, meeting Jania’s eyes in the mirror. "Drama isn’t needed when I already bring enough of it wherever I go."

Jania snorted, stepping back to grab the dress. "Alright, Lady Drama, stand up and get into this masterpiece. We’re already pushing their patience."

Eira stood reluctantly, slipping out of her casual attire and into the bodycon dress. The material hugged her frame flawlessly, accentuating her slender figure and making her porcelain skin glow under the soft light of the room. Jania adjusted the bow at the hip and fluffed the draped panel before taking a step back to admire her handiwork.

"Wow," Jania said, her voice filled with awe. "If they’re not blown away by how you look, they’re officially blind. And also stupid."

"I’m sure they will be. After all, they’ve never seen me dressed like this."

Eira turned to the mirror, her gaze scanning her reflection. She had to admit, the dress did wonders. It made her look effortlessly elegant—exactly how she wanted to appear in front of her family: untouchable.

Her lips curved into a faint smile, though her eyes remained cold. "This will do."

Jania brushed her hair back. "Good. Now, shoes. You can’t forget the shoes. White strappy heels should work—oh, and don’t forget earrings."

Eira sighed but let Jania hover over her, slipping on the heels and fastening a pair of dangling crystal earrings that glinted like starlight. As Jania made the final adjustments, Eira picked up her phone, checking the time.

"Almost an hour late. They’re probably seething," she said, amusement lacing her tone.

"Exactly how you like it," Jania teased, handing her a clutch. "Now, go knock them dead. And by ’dead,’ I mean figuratively—for now."

Eira smirked, her cold demeanor briefly softening. "Thanks, Jania."

"Always. Now get out of here before I drag you down those stairs myself."

With that, Eira turned, her heels clicking against the polished wooden floor as she strode toward the door.

Tonight would be one last performance. After this, the real game would begin.

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Yay! TITH is at One hundred Chapters! Thank you all for reading! I appreciate all your support and comments! Please continue to do so and anticipate the end of the first volume with a few more Chapters! Love you all!

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