Isabella Lancaster clenched her fists, her face burning a fiery red as she turned her head to glare at the princess.
She desperately tried to comfort herself.
She was a royal princess, after all. Royalty was always haughty.
The princess simply didn't know she was part of the Vinton family yet, which was why she ignored her.
Just as she managed to soothe her bruised ego...
She watched Princess Isadora approach Old Mr. Vinton and Old Mrs. Vinton, offering them a flawlessly polite greeting.
Then, she stated directly, "Old Mr. Vinton, Old Mrs. Vinton, could you tell me where Miss Serena is? I came specifically for her."
Isabella froze again, her carefully maintained expression fracturing into pieces.
This royal princess came to see Serena?
How on earth could Serena possibly know a royal princess?
What right did a nobody have to associate with royalty?
Isabella dug her nails into her palms and stubbornly took a step forward. "Your Highness, my sister is currently getting her styling done. I'm her sister. I can escort you to her."
Princess Isadora finally deigned to cast a glance at Isabella. "And you are?"
Her gaze was freezing and aloof, laced with a flicker of distinct impatience.
"I-I'm Isabella Lancaster, I am..." Isabella rushed to make a lasting impression on the princess.
But the moment her name left her lips.
Princess Isadora cut her off with ruthless precision. "Never heard of you."
Then, turning back to Holden Vinton, her features softened instantly. "Mr. Vinton, where might Miss Serena be? I brought a gift for her."
The Vinton family reigned supreme in the corporate world, an unshakable titan. But just as everyone suspected, they had zero social intersection with The Royal House of Vaelion.
Yet here was Princess Isadora, the darling of the royals, lowering her status to speak so warmly and politely to the two elders.
Holden Vinton couldn't help but feel a twinge of nervousness.
He chuckled warmly. "So Your Highness is also a friend of our Serena? Serena is getting ready over there. I'll have my youngest son escort you right away."
Princess Isadora's smile deepened into something genuinely bright, her beautiful eyes curving with delight. "That's wonderful. The moment I saw Miss Serena's name on the invitation, I rearranged my entire schedule just to be here."
"Since Miss Serena is busy getting ready, I won't disturb her. I'll simply wait for her here."
Every single word she spoke.
Radiated an immense, undeniable respect from the royal princess toward Serena.
The crowd erupted into an uproar, furious whispers sweeping across the hall.
But this time, they weren't
whispering about how the esteemed Vinton heiress had dragged in a bunch of street trash friends, of sneering at her supposed lack of class.
Instead...
They were absolutely thunderstruck.
She truly was the Vinton family's rightful heiress.
To command such profound respect from a royal princess!
The Vinton family had officially forged a connection with the royals.
Their status in the United Realmon States was about to skyrocket into an untouchable stratosphere.
Listening to the guests suddenly sing Serena's praises, Isabella felt a wave of suffocating rage.
Serena...
It was always Serena!
Why did she always have to ruin everything for her?!
Serena was doing this on purpose!
She saw her wearing The Astral Symphony, outshining every woman in the room.
So Serena deliberately summoned a
princess to humiliate her and strip of her glory in front of
wfkeone!
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Serena was a manipulative sociopath!
But the true spike of agonizing jealousy was yet to come.
Princess Isadora raised a graceful hand.
A bodyguard immediately stepped forward, presenting an exquisite velvet box.
"This is The Heart of the Sea,
treasured by our royal family for years. It's a small token to cel
Miss Serena's homecoming.