The Graham Heir—I Am Not An Adopted Nobody

Chapter 12: Our Pride

The Ferrari rolled into the underground VIP parking section of the Graham Hotel. The roar of the V8 engine reduced to a low hum, echoing faintly against the marble walls.

Robert stepped out first and Anna followed.

“Let’s grab a quick snack,” Robert suggested calmly.

Anna nodded and followed him silently. From her expression, it was clear she was still processing everything with Robert

They made their way to a quiet lounge tucked behind a velvet curtain, a VIP area away from the crowded dining rooms.

The room was small, and adorned with alluring wall decorations.

The low tables shone under the soft lighting. The scent of baked bread and roasted coffee lingered in the room like a warm invitation.

Anna sat on a leather chair at the corner, trying to relax. She really tried, but everything still felt like a dream.

Robert pulled out the chair opposite her and draped his jacket neatly over the back. “You hungry?” he asked.

She nodded, and the waiters came over, they placed their order and were served immediately.

But she barely touched the food. Warm bread, pastries, and small bites, all laid out before her. Her thoughts were elsewhere.

“It's just a snack sis, eat up” Robert said. His voice carried concern. “We have work to do tonight.”

She glanced at him. “Work?”

He gave a faint, knowing smile. “Preparations for tonight remember.” he said.

She smiled recalling the upcoming event and decided to eat. It was a silent feast as they watched city lights below shine through the windows, like distant stars.

Back in their penthouse.

Anna stretched out on the chaise, letting her body sink into the soft cushions.

Then the doorbell rang twice suddenly

Anna sat upright. “Already?”

A smirk formed on Robert’s lips. “It should be the stylists, they’re on time,” he said.

The door opened and a group of ladies and gentlemen, all dressed elegantly in free clothing, stood at the entrance.

"Young Master, may we come in?" A Blondie shaped like a model requested.

"Yeah sure." Robert responded, he stepped aside and they walked in with confidence so smooth like a parade.

They carried bags, cases, and racks.

“We’re the stylists,” one said, her voice soft but firm. “We’ll be taking care of you tonight.”

Robert shut the door. “Follow me,” he said. “I’ll show you where to set up.”

They moved like a well oiled machines, unpacking and arranging their equipment. Brushes, gowns, racks of clothes, shoes. 

Each stylist had a single task.

Anna watched them fascinated. “They’re… professionals.” she whispered.

Robert nodded. “The best in the city.” he added.

He gestured toward the bedroom area. “Anna, you’ll be here."

The stylists spread out. One approached Anna first. She lifted a gown from its satin cover and Anna inhaled sharply.

The diamonds on the fabric shimmered under the soft lighting.

“Chanel,” the stylist smiled. “It's a custom design to celebrate the founder, only one piece was made.”

Anna gasped again, her fingers brushed it delicately but hesitantly. “I… can’t believe this,” she whispered.

Let me take your measurements so we can fit it for you if you like it.

Anna nodded in approval, even during her days in Dylan's mansion she hadn't seen anything like it.

Robert smiled as he watched the stylists with quiet approval.

They measured Anna's fittings, then adjusted every line to be perfect.

The makeup came first.

It was flawless. Her eyes shone brighter, her lips glimmered lightly, and her face radiated like a fairy tale princess.

Then came the gown.

Liquid silver, adorned with diamonds, sculpted to her figure and flowing at all the right angles.”

She twirled once with her eyes on the mirror.

She barely recognized her new dazzling self.

Robert watched silently. A faint smile appeared on his lips.

Then the stylists turned to him. Holding up two suits in racks

"Sir, which would you prefer, the Louis Vuitton Queen Elizabeth's Edition, or the Louis Vuitton Twelve Families Edition?"

"I'll go with the twelve families, something I represent." He answered and they got to work.

Taking his measurements, adjusting the suit, and sharpening every corner to fit him.

It was perfect.

The blonde opened a briefcase before him, which contained watches in rows neatly arranged.

Robert smiled glancing at the reflecting diamond watches, they were all spectacular in their own way, designed with diamonds and polished leather straps, but none of them caught his eye.

"Give me something rare, like a one of a kind piece."

The blonde nodded with a smile then reached for another smaller briefcase.

A single watch lay cushioned inside which was designed purely with red and black diamonds down to the strap.

"Now that's better." Robert smiled and the blonde took it out and strapped the watch to his wrist carefully.

When they finished, he looked like a different man, Dangerous and powerful.

Anna walked over to him.

Together they faced a mirror and her face stretched with a full smile, hardly believing their reflection.

“Robert…” she whispered. “You… look… so…”

He smiled faintly. “So do you,” They both laughed.

The stylists began packing up. Moving with the same quiet coordination they had arrived with.

One glanced at Robert. “You’re ready sir,” she said. 

“Perfect, here's my card” he pulled open the cupboard, took out the card, and paid for the service.

Anna reached for the gown, smoothing it over her shoulders.

She felt untouchable.

Robert stepped closer to her.

“You’re ready sis.” he said. “They would be surprised by what will hit them.”

Then it came. A low, thrumming sound that rolled across the city.

Anna froze. “What’s that?”

Robert tilted his head. “That is our ride.” he responded.

A helicopter descended, slicing through the evening air.

Blue Lights glimmered off its polished body as it landed on the rooftop helipad.

Anna’s eyes widened. “Seriously?”

Robert nodded. “ We’re not walking in through the doors tonight, we’re arriving in style and they'll remember us forever.”