Chapter 78

Victoria Roscente clenched her wine glass.

Her nails dug into her palms as she glared at Vivian Laurent laughing nearby.

That woman was wearing AN Atelier's latest haute couture gown.

AN! The brand that had humiliated her in the perfumery world!

Victoria's chest heaved violently.

"Vivian!"

She stormed forward in her heels and flung the wine the moment Vivian turned.

Vivian sidestepped gracefully.

The crimson liquid arced through the air before splattering onto the expensive carpet.

"Is this all you've got, Victoria?"

Vivian smirked and grabbed a champagne flute from a passing waiter.

Splash!

The icy liquid drenched Victoria's head.

"Agh!"

Her scream drew every eye in the ballroom.

Bianca Semona rushed over. "Victoria!"

Champagne dripped from Victoria's ruined hair. Her designer gown was destroyed.

"You bitch!" She lunged wildly. "Fatherless trash!"

Crack!

The slap echoed through the silent hall.

Victoria clutched her cheek in shock.

"That's your first lesson in manners."

Vivian wiped her hands calmly.

"Second course."

She grabbed another wine glass and poured it down Victoria's dress.

"To wash out that filthy mouth."

Whispers erupted around them.

Victoria turned deathly pale.

The reality of her humiliation hit her.

"You think the Roscente name makes you special?"

Vivian whispered in her ear.

"You—"

"Victoria."

Ethan Roscente's cold voice cut through the crowd.

Guests parted like the Red Sea.

"Brother! She—"

"Enough."

Ethan's glare could freeze hell.

"Clean yourself up. Now."

Bianca pulled at Victoria's arm. "Let's go to the ladies' room..."

Victoria bit her lip until it bled.

Watching Vivian's composed demeanor, she tasted humiliation like never before.

That bitch would pay.