Chapter 853
The debutantes gasped in theatrical horror. “Oh my god! What kind of trash is she? Growing up poor is one thing, but acting like a literal dog for money p>
“Wow. No wonder the Lancasters didn’t let their little country bumpkin show her face at a premier event like this. Even Isabella didn’t show up. They must be terrified of the humiliation p>
“Exactly! With a background like that, she’ll always be a pathetic hillbilly, even if she lives in a mansion p>
Bianca covered her mouth, giggling wickedly. “What would a feral country girl even do here? She probably doesn’t know which fork to use and would think Chanel was a brand of perfume sold at a gas station. Bringing her would be a total circus act p>
“So true,” her friends chimed in. “Our circle isn’t something just any common stray can infiltrate p>
“The Lancasters have to hide her away. Even Isabella is too embarrassed to show her face p>
“A bumpkin like that doesn’t belong in high society p>
“You’re the epitome of class, Bianca. Is that gown a custom Vivienne Valois? It must have cost millions p>
The girls stared at her with undisguised envy. “You are definitely the star of the night. Even if Isabella showed up, she couldn’t steal your thunder p>
Finally having the ammunition to crush Isabella, Bianca felt invincible. With a filthy country girl ruining the Lancaster family’s pristine image, she could stomp all over their reputation and claim her rightful place as the queen of Vaelion City. The mere thought of Isabella made her lips curl into an icy smirk.
As they gossiped, a sudden commotion rippled through the entrance. The chaotic chatter of the ballroom instantly dissolved into a stunned silence. Every eye gravitated toward the doors.
“Who on earth are they p>
“Good lord, the aura on those two is insane p>
“Look at her figure… it’s absolutely flawless. Even with the mask, you can tell she’s drop-dead gorgeous p>
“Which family are they from? Is someone going to introduce themselves p>
“Are you blind? Look at the man next to her. That kind of commanding presence is terrifying p>
The hushed murmurs drifted straight into Bianca’s ears. Her smug smile froze as she glared at the entrance.
A man and a woman strolled into
the hall. The man wore an immaculately tailored black suit, standing tall and imposing. A black angel mask concealed the upper half of his face, leaving only a sharp, chiseled jawline and piercing, magnetic eyes visible. Despite the disguise, his predatory, aristocratic dominance was suffocating, instantly rendering every other man in the room entirely forgettable.
But what truly caught Bianca’s attention was the woman by his
side. She wore a minimalist white t
strapless gown. It lacked any excessive embellishments, save for a daring slit that traveled up her thigh revealing a pair of endlessly long, luminous legs with every step she took. The fabric was extraordinary, catching the chandelier’s light with a radiant, pearlescent glow that accentuated her stunning curves perfectly.
She wore a simple white angel mask, yet it did nothing to hide her ethereal, untouchable elegance and those cool, arresting eyes. With the most understated styling
aginable she exuded an undeniable gravitational pult.
The moment they stepped into the room, they became the undisputed center of the
universe.