Chaos Girl Rewrites the Script novel Chapter 246

The weight of her words ran deep, extending far beyond fashion.

Talia didn't expect Bianca to fully grasp the lesson right away. She lowered her gaze and gently cupped her daughter's cheek. "These are for Vivienne. They suit her perfectly. I will find pieces that suit you just as perfectly. Lifting someone else up doesn't mean diminishing yourself."

Bianca remained quiet for a moment before nodding.

"Do you like them?" Talia's tone lightened instantly as she smiled at Vivienne.

Vivienne nodded. "I love them. Thank you, Talia."

"Don't thank me just yet." Tessa stepped forward, carrying two exquisite boxes, one large and one small. "Vivienne, why don't you try this on?"

Vivienne looked at Talia in surprise. "There's more?"

Talia waved a hand casually. "Alaric's welcome banquet is a major event for the Ravenshire family. You two might not be the center of attention, but you still represent the family's image, so we cannot afford a single mistake. Go try it on. If it needs tailoring, we still have time."

Vivienne's expression shifted slightly. Tessa took her hand gently. "Come on, follow me."

Tessa led her to the adjoining dressing room and carefully opened the box. "Here, try this on."

The gown was an exquisite cream-white, featuring masterful craftsmanship and high-end design.

With just one glance, Vivienne could instantly see the staggering difference between Serena Lowe's taste and Talia's.

Seeing Vivienne staring at the dress in silence, Tessa asked gently, "Don't you like it, Vivienne?"

Vivienne shook her head. "No, it's beautiful."

Out in the Main Hall, Bianca had circled the clothing racks and was now staring at Talia with wide eyes. "Mom, be honest. Is Vivienne actually your secret biological daughter?"

"Watch your mouth, you little brat," Talia said, barely resisting the urge to kick her.

"I'm kidding!" Bianca quickly laughed, wrapping her arms around Talia's. "Thank you, Mom. Thank you for truly accepting Vivienne."

Talia's expression softened, and she gently patted her daughter's arm. "Alright, alright, you're ruining my hair. Let go."

By then, Vivienne had finished changing.

It was a knee-length, form-fitting dress with delicate spaghetti straps and a dramatic, ethereal pink tulle bow at the waist. When Vivienne stepped out, she practically glowed.

"Wow!"

Bianca looked like she had just taken critical damage from the sheer beauty of it. She jumped up, circling Vivienne to inspect her from every angle. "I just had a million-dollar business idea. I'm going to make a one-to-one Barbie doll of you. It'll sell out instantly."

Vivienne shot her a sideways glance. "So your target demographic is completely unhinged weirdos like you?"

Bianca burst out laughing and turned to Talia. "Mom, your taste is flawless."

Vivienne shook her head. "I don't hate it." She smiled, a genuine, childlike warmth lighting up her eyes. "I love the pink wings."

Because those pink wings could carry her back to the pink castle of her childhood.

Princess cuts, puff sleeves, petal skirts, and pink feathers—these were the exact things a twelve-year-old girl would dream of wearing.

Talia paused, then reached out and gently stroked Vivienne's hair. "Such a smart girl."

The first dress was undeniably stunning, but it forced a mature allure that didn't match Vivienne's age. It was a catalyst for growing up too fast. By refusing to let her wear it, Talia was actively shielding her.

The guests attending Alaric's banquet would be the most powerful elites in the country. Those seasoned predators could tell at a single glance who was a priceless jewel meant only to adorn a crown, and who was cheap crystal meant to be toyed with and discarded.

Talia was treating her like a priceless jewel.

Vivienne's defining trait was her breathtaking beauty, and Serena Lowe had never missed an opportunity to exploit it. In her past life, when Vivienne missed Alaric's banquet, Serena had endlessly complained about the lost opportunity to network with important men. From then on, Serena dressed Vivienne up provocatively for every social event, treating her like a shiny bargaining chip to climb the social ladder.

Serena had treated her like cheap crystal.

Vivienne looked down at the beautiful gown, feeling as if she were living in a dream.

The laws of the upper echelon dictated that true royalty was untouchable.

Talia was genuinely determined to raise her all over again, the right way, as her own child.