As Giselle stepped out of the car, a chorus of gasps rippled through the crowd. Her shimmering gold eyeshadow highlighted her captivating eyes, while her gown, a cascade of elegance in the evening light, trailed behind her with unmatched splendor. Together with Lysander, who stood beside her in a sophisticated black tuxedo, exuding a dangerous allure, they resembled a scene from a breathtaking painting.
Such opulence naturally drew admiration from onlookers.
Ryan, too, was entranced, his eyes glued to Giselle, unable to look away.
Giselle, with the corners of her eyes slightly upturned, basked in the glow of attention.
She relished being the center of it all.
Perched on the steps, Mila surveyed the scene with a sardonic smile. Just as she was about to turn on her heel and head inside, Ryan blocked her path once more.
Can’t you see? It’s not just us, the Lockwood family, who don’t want you here. Lysander feels the same. Get lost and stop tarnishing our event.
Mila internally rolled her eyes.
Even with his infatuation with Giselle, Ryan still found time to take a jab at her.
Was attending this party her idea? If it weren’t for the insistent invitation from Roland, Ryan’s enigmatic and formidable older brother, she wouldn’t have bothered.
Deciding not to argue with Ryan, as reasoning with him was futile, Mila quickly texted Roland, simply stating the issue and implying she might not attend the party after all.
If his own brother was causing a scene, she certainly couldn’t be blamed for leaving.
Everyone at the Lockwood family gathering was of high stature, sharp and perceptive. Mila’s insinuations were clear to those listening, and many turned their gazes upon her with newfound interest.
Giselle, sensing the judgmental stares, quickly masked her expression with one of wounded innocence, tears threatening to spill.
Seeing Giselle distressed, Lysander rushed to her side, comforting her with an angry glare at Mila. We’ll settle this later.
Mila almost laughed at the absurdity. Just as she was about to retort, she felt a sudden shove on her shoulder, throwing her off balance. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught Ryan’s spiteful, triumphant expression and his retreating hand.
This lunatic!
In a gown ill-suited for such a fall, Mila’s body reacted instinctively, reaching out to the nearest person—Lysander—in a desperate bid to avoid tumbling down the stairs.