Isabella continued, her voice sweet and soft. "Brianna's coming-of-age party is tomorrow. If I try it on now, we'll have time to make any necessary adjustments."
After a moment, as if a thought had just occurred to her, she turned to Serena and explained in a considerate tone, "By the way, Serena, you don't know Brianna yet, do you? Brianna is Nicholas's younger sister, the little princess of the Blackwood family."
"Our names sound similar, so we're especially close. She adores me. I'll introduce you two at her party tomorrow."
Up to this point, her words seemed harmless enough.
But Isabella was clearly getting ahead of herself. She then shyly tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and added, "You know... Brianna has always been very attached to me, ever since we were little. She's always had her heart set on me becoming her future family. Serena, if she says something out of line tomorrow, please don't hold it against her. She's just a child, she doesn't know any better..."
Though her voice was gentle and sweet, the words sounded increasingly off.
Catherine seemed to notice something was amiss. She frowned slightly and cut her off. "Isabella, eat first. We can deal with the dress after dinner. You're making everyone wait, and the food is getting cold."
She then took Serena's hand and smiled gently. "Didn't Mr. Lancaster personally invite you to Brianna's party? I also had Antonio custom-make a gown for you. We can try them on together after dinner."
Isabella's smile nearly faltered.
Her mother had also commissioned a custom gown from Antonio for Serena?
She had no idea!
Her mother hadn't told her!
So what was all that showing off in front of Serena just now?
And how was that fair!
She had to coax and plead with her mother for ages before she agreed to
commission a private custom gown from Antonio for her.
Serena had done nothing, and her mother just got one for her too!
It was so unfair!
Isabella was nearly mad with jealousy.
Serena already had an entire walk-in closet full of clothes, all custom pieces from YB.
Any single one of those was priceless.
Why did her mother have to waste more money on a custom gown for Serena?
Was it just so Serena could outshine her?
Though a firestorm of jealousy raged within her, Isabella dared not show a trace of it on her face. She could only swallow her emotions
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Then, she turned to Agnes, who was still holding the mannequin. "Agnes, please
take the gown to my room for now. I'll try it on after dinner."
With that, she reluctantly sat down in an empty seat at the dining table.
It was the seat farthest from her grandfather and mother.
Because they were all clustered around Serena.
Just as Agnes was about to take the mannequin upstairs, her eyes felkon a beautifully wrapped gift box sitting on the sofa. It had no logo, but it was clearly expensive.
It was clearly the packaging for a top-tier custom piece.
Her mind immediately started racing. She walked over, picked up the box, and exclaimed in an exaggerated tone, "Oh, Mrs.
Lancaster, your are so thoughtfull You knew Miss Isabella was getting a new gown and even prepared matching jewelry for her Shall I take this up to her room as well?"