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The girl beside me suddenly burst into applause, breaking the delicate atmosphere.

She linked her arm intimately with mine and said, "You're quite impressive! Making such a memorable first impression with spaghetti! I'm Caroline Fowler. I approve of you."

So she was Jaxon's sister. I breathed a sigh of relief.

Before I could speak, Jaxon had already stridden over with his long legs, raising his hand to lightly tap Caroline's head: "Mind your manners."

When he turned to me, his expression became serious as he pulled out a brocade box from his jacket: "Grandfather instructed that we exchange bracelets before the wedding ceremony to fulfill one of his wishes."

I instinctively reached for my wrist, only to touch cold, empty air.

My heart skipped a beatI had clearly been wearing it on my wrist this morning. When did it disappear?

In my panic, I looked up and met Jaxon's suddenly cold gaze.

He stepped closer, his fingertips lifting my chin as his voice turned dangerously low: "Ms. Easterlin has always been timid and shy, yet now she's showing her claws. I'm curioushas your personality changed, or have you been replaced?"

I kept backing away, my throat tightening, not knowing how to explain.

I was someone who had died onceof course I would change.

If I didn't become brave, how could I reclaim the life that rightfully belonged to me?

But rebirth was such an absurd and bizarre thingwho would believe it?

Just as I found myself cornered, the floating comments appeared before my eyes again.

Female lead, just admit you're fake already. Maybe you can still save your life.

Female lead, why aren't you running? Waiting to be tortured by this psycho?

I gripped my skirt tightly and shook my head, taking a deep breath: "I am Diana, and I can prove it!"

"Oh?" He raised an eyebrow, his lips curving slightly. "How will you prove it?"

My mind raced. Jaxon and I had never met before, so naturally he wouldn't recognize me.

But his grandfather Emmett Fowler had seen me. According to my parents, he had even held me the day I was born!

I said, "Mr. Fowler, when I was born, your grandfather praised the red birthmark on my chest, saying it was beautifullike a blooming rose."

I paused, swallowing the nervousness in my throat: "If I show you the birthmark on my chest, that should prove I'm Diana, right?"

I sighed with relief, never imagining that one day I'd have to prove to someone that I was myself.

Jaxon narrowed his eyes, his lips curving: "I did hear him mention that."

He released my chin, his slender fingers casually adjusting his cuffs: "However, undressing in front of everyoneMs. Easterlin, your frankness truly opens my eyes."

My cheeks instantly flushed red: "That's not what I meant!"

Just as I was struggling with this dilemma, Julius's voice came from behind me: "Mr. Fowler, there's no need to look. This is the real Ms. Easterlinthe bracelet is proof."

Julius placed his fingertips on Paige's shoulder, pushing her forward, and there on her wrist was unmistakably the bracelet.