Chapter 94: Not her home
The hall went silent, and even the music stopped for that moment; Abrielle was stunned and aggrieved. She knew what was happening. This was an incident in the novel that had just been enacted by her.
Callista, being accompanied by the crown prince to his victory banquet, is humiliated by the scornful wife of the first prince, who is jealous of the attention Callista is receiving because Cedric is considered Lucian’s rival.
Callista’s eyes welled with tears, unable to stand the humiliation, and she ran out of the hall, followed by Lucian. Abrielle didn’t bother to search for Cedric. She knew he would be arriving about now.
Just as expected, she was yanked off the floor and then pulled out of the hall under the judging gaze of Cedric. Her eyes were on his broad shoulders as he took her away. Abrielle bit her cheeks as she tried to control the urge to cry, even though she didn’t want to cry, but the tears started to flow.
How was this happening? She had avoided staying close to the entrance, but the incident still happened, and most importantly, why was Callista wearing a blue dress the same as her instead of the red dress?
Everything ended up happening just like the plot; Callista ended up matching outfits with her, and she was about to be reprimanded by Cedric, who thinks she deliberately poured the wine on Callista.
Abrielle tripped, almost falling again, but was stopped on time by Cedric, who was now looking at her with teary eyes. His fingers curled into fists.
"Don’t believe her pitiful expression she is pretending. A scornful scheming woman." A voice whispered, that same annoying voice. He gritted his teeth because how could that expression be fake when she looked genuinely aggrieved?
He was already in a bad mood after discovering the shift in support as more nobles were leaning towards Lucian after winning his first war, which was nothing compared to the feat he had achieved in battle.