Chapter 795
Serena, holding Nicholas’s arm, stepped off the final marble stair.
Starlight rippled around her; she was breathtakingly radiant and fiercely noble.
She slightly lifted her luminous eyes, her cold, indifferent gaze sweeping lightly over Isabella.
Her crimson lips curved into the faintest, most devastating smile.
The way she looked at Isabella was completely devoid of emotion.
There was no mockery, no arrogant glee at crushing her.
Only the cold, absolute dominance of someone looking down from an unreachable peak.
With zero effort, she shattered whatever pathetic remnants of dignity Isabella had left.
“That… that is just too beautiful p>
The other socialites whispered in sheer awe. “That is the real Astral Symphony. YB Atelier’s true masterpiece p>
“She truly is the Vinton family heiress. That aura, that face… she is a flawless match for The Astral Symphony p>
“It’s as if The Astral Symphony was custom-made for her body! It fits like a dream p>
Princess Isadora immediately walked over to her.
Her eyes shone with undisguised amazement as she opened her arms and pulled Serena into a gentle hug.
“Miss Serena, you look absolutely stunning tonight,” she praised from the bottom of her heart.
Serena smiled softly. “Thank you p>
The Vinton family quickly gathered around her as well.
Isabella stood rigidly in the shadows, listening to the endless chorus praising Serena and the brutal whispers tearing her apart.
Watching Serena being worshipped like the center of the universe.
Staring at the cascading, ethereal starlight of the true Astral Symphony draped over Serena’s body.
Then looking down at her own dull, lifeless “Astral Symphony p>
She gripped her dress so tightly her knuckles cracked. A suffocating wave of despair washed over her, making her want to turn and sprint out of the hall.
She was oblivious to the coppery taste of blood where her teeth bit deeply into her lip.
“Well well, no wonder I felt like my eyes were bleeding when I looked at you earlier p>
Black Jack ran a slow, calculating gaze over Isabella.
She flipped her fiery waves and let out a vicious, unapologetic laugh “Your knockoff is seriously trash-tier.
Tsk tsk… Look at yourself. How could you ever compare to my darling p>
Isabella’s face cycled between sickly green and dead pale as she glared at Black Jack with bloodshot eyes.
Black Jack covered her mouth and giggled musically. “But hey, a fake dress for a fake person. It’s a match made in heaven p>
Those words felt like a rapid-fire succession of slaps directly to Isabella’s face.
Her cheeks burned a violent red. She couldn’t believe this bitch had the audacity to publicly call out her status as the fake heiress.
And to say she was… a fake wearing a fake!
Her eyes burned with such raw venom they could have set the room on fire.
And the very socialites who had been hovering around her all night were now actively backing away.
They were rolling their eyes so hard they practically saw their own brains.
They were absolutely terrified
someone would associate them with a girl wearing a cheap knockoff and quin their own high-society reputations.
The merciless whispers left Isabella drowning in humiliation.
She wanted to run.
She wanted to flee this suffocating, humiliating hellscape.
But she couldn’t leave.
The night had just begun.
The grand performance Agnes had orchestrated hadn’t even started yet.
How could she leave?
She absolutely could not leave!
If she left now, all her efforts would be flushed down the drain.
All the days she spent acting submissive and meek in front of Serena would have been for nothing!
She had to stay. She had to stay right here and watch Serena be utterly destroyed!
“Isabella p>
Kiera Montrose frowned heavily as she looked at Isabella, whose eyes were red and brimming with unshed tears looking as fragile as a stiff breeze could knock her över
Though she was incredibly disappointed in this granddaughter.
They still shared over a decade of family history. She had watched the girl grow up.