Her Rebirth of Retribution novel Chapter 229

Louis' usually unflappable poker face cracked slightly at the sight of Calista, a testament to the stark transformation she had undergone. The Calista they once knew seemed a distant memory compared to the striking figure she presented now. It was as if she personified the phrase “a complete transformation,” resonating powerfully with just a glance.

Calista, noticing their astonished expressions, allowed a small, knowing smile to play upon her lips. “Are you gentlemen ready? We should be making our way now.”

Kallum was quick to join her, affirming with a simple, “Alright, let's go.”

As he uncharacteristically left his two friends behind, their murmurs and Remus' incredulous shouts faded into the background.

Feeling a need to defend his friend, Kallum admitted, “Um... Remus didn't mean any harm, he often speaks without thinking.”

Calista's laugh was light, a gentle sound that eased the slight tension. “No, he's right. I did use to bother you quite a bit, and I wasn't exactly attractive back then.”

A twinge of regret shadowed Kallum's features for a moment, regretting how the conversation had veered into the past—a past he wished he could rewrite every minute to spare Calista any distress.

“Actually... um, you weren't ugly before either...” Kallum hastened to add, his voice earnest.

He truly never saw her as unattractive, even when her face was mostly obscured by her thick bangs. She had a delicate beauty that didn't need the spotlight to be seen, although it was true that she shone much brighter now.

Calista sensed his anxiousness and was about to tease him when they were interrupted by a new arrival.

“Mr. Kallum?” A woman in a stunning blue dress with a daring slit approached them, her presence commanding yet elegant.

Kallum recognized her immediately—Charlene Leighton, a relative from his mother's side, technically his cousin. He nodded coolly in acknowledgment, his demeanor turning noticeably colder.

Charlene, picking up on the shift in his attitude, was puzzled and slightly wary. Remembering her underlying mission, she mustered the courage to approach him, clutching her ornately beaded purse. With practiced poise, she said, “It's been a few years since we last met, hasn't it? I hope you still remember me.”

Her words were accompanied by a playful blink and a dismissive glance toward Calista, who she considered no more than an inconvenient addition to the family due to Wanda's impulsive favoritism.

“How about we head to the banquet hall together?” Charlene suggested, stepping closer and reaching to hook her arm through Kallum's. Her purse swung forward, poised to brush against his hand. Yet, just as her bag was about to make contact, Calista intercepted, grabbing the strap.