Chapter 227

Victoria Roscente gently patted Bianca Semona's shoulder.

"Bianca, we've known each other for years. Have I ever let you down?"

A cold glint flashed in her eyes.

"The more Vivian Laurent smiles now, the harder she'll fall later."

Bianca's expression softened slightly.

She clenched her fists.

Only public humiliation would satisfy her grudge against Vivian!

"Let's go change first."

Victoria curled her lips.

"The real show hasn't even started yet."

They turned and headed upstairs.

Downstairs in the grand hall, Vivian found herself surrounded by socialites.

"AN! I knew you had extraordinary style at first glance!"

"Please design a gown for me! Name your price!"

"I've been in the lottery for three years! Can't you make an exception?"

Vivian took two steps back under the onslaught.

"I'm sorry, but rules are rules."

She maintained a polite smile.

"The website lottery is the fairest system."

The heiresses refused to give up.

"I'll pay double!"

"My family has connections in fashion! We can promote you!"

Vivian seized the chance to slip through the crowd.

She retreated to a corner and exhaled in relief.

Perhaps revealing her identity hadn't been the best idea.

The Roscente mansion exuded opulence.

Crystal chandeliers cast dazzling reflections.

Antique vases lined both sides of the hallway.

At the center of the grand hall stood a pristine white grand piano.

Its surface gleamed like mother-of-pearl under the lights.

Vivian's fingers twitched with longing.

It had been too long since she last played.

No one noticed.

A black Maybach pulled up silently outside.

The door opened.

Polished leather shoes touched the ground.

A tall, imposing figure emerged from the vehicle.

The light gilded his sharp features with gold.