She was the embodiment of chilling elegance and devastating seduction.
She looked so impossibly regal it was almost blinding.
She wore no heavy jewelry, only a delicate starlight necklace that perfectly echoed the celestial theme of her gown resting at her collarbone.
Her radiant complexion bore only the lightest touch of makeup, yet her striking beauty was enough to make the entire room forget to breathe.
The exact second she stepped into view...
It was as if every other light in the room was instantly extinguished.
When Isabella saw Serena, all the blood drained from her face, leaving her a sickly
pale. She stood paralyzed, her pupils dilated in absolute, horrified disbelief.
The dress Serena was wearing, compared to the dress she was wearing...
At first glance, they looked almost identical!
But...
When the two gowns existed in the same room...
Whether it was the depth of the dye or the intricacy of the embroidery...
The dress Isabella wore instantly looked cheap, gaudy, and painfully tacky. Before Serena appeared.
Isabella's dress had undeniably been the most stunning piece in the hall.
But now, placed side-by-side with Serena's gown...
The visual contrast was a brutal, undeniable slaughter.
Next to Serena, Isabella's dress looked stiff and manufactured. The diamonds sparkled, but they completely lacked that living, breathing current of cosmic energy.
It was nothing but a crude, embarrassing knockoff.
A cheap imitation completely obliterated by the presence of the authentic masterpiece!
Isabella's head buzzed with static. Every drop of color left her face.
A spike of pure ice shot from the soles of her feet straight to her brain.
How was this possible?
How could Agnes lie to her?
How could the Astral Symphony she was wearing be a fake?
It was impossible...
And what truly shattered Isabella's sanity... was that Serena was holding the arm of Nicholas Blackwood, who was dressed in a razor-sharp midnight blue suit.
She held Nicholas's arm as they descended the sweeping staircase together.
They looked so perfectly synchronized.
So breathtakingly matched.
The sight stabbed Isabella right in the eyes, leaving them red, stinging, and brimming with toxic jealousy.
"Oh my! These days, people really have the nerve to wear cheap knockoffs to any occasion, huh?" Black Jack strolled out of nowhere.
She stopped right next to Isabella.
Black Jack wore a gradient red gown, the hem flaring out like a roaring fire. Her skin w
was luminet
US,
and she radiated an intoxicating, untamed wildness.
The moment she stood in the crowd.
She commanded total visual dominance.
She no longer looked like the "street trash" the elites had whispered about earlier.
Especially when her sharp words drew bewildered stares from the surrounding guests.
In that exact second.
The garbage-tier Astral Symphony on Isabella was held up in sharp contrast against Serena's ethereal gown.
The entire hall went dead silent.
Everyone's eyes darted uncontrollably between Serena and Isabella.
Those raw, scrutinizing stares made Isabella feel like a literal clown dancing around
in a circus tent.
She looked so pathetic, so utterly laughable.
There was absolutely no room for debate.
Side by side, it was blindingly obvious which dress was the authentic masterpiece.
"Tsk, so the Lancaster family's little relative is wearing a fake. She was fluttering around like a butterfly all night bragging to anyone who would listen that she was wearing YB Atelier's ultimate piece.
"She hyped it up like it was real."
"What a total disgrace."
who
cket
"Did the Vinton family put all their attention on Miss Serena and completely ignore her? Why would she show up in a cheap
"Wearing a fake right in front of the real thing... that is hilarious."
"Is she not afraid YB Atelier will hit her with a lawsuit?"
...
Every single word of mockery felt like a brutal backhand straight across Isabella's
face.
Grinding all her previous pride and glory into absolute dust!