Chaos Girl Rewrites the Script novel Chapter 268

Serena listened to the chatter around her, her face draining of color.

Anyone associated with the Ravenshire family should have been parading through the main garden right now. Yet here she was, dumped in the side courtyard. Wasn't this just a blatant way of telling the world that the Ravenshires didn't give a damn about her?

She had schemed and clawed her way to get here, only to be slapped in the face with this outcome. She would have been better off staying home.

After a moment of frantic calculating, Serena turned and chased down the steward in charge of the section.

"Steward Warren."

Warren had spotted her earlier and tried to steer clear, but being called out by name left him no choice but to brace himself. "Ms. Lowe."

Perfect. He remembered her. That made things easier.

Serena flashed a perfectly rehearsed smile. "Warren, it seems there's been a mix-up with our invitations. Could you be a dear and escort us over to the main garden?"

Warren looked visibly uncomfortable. "Ms. Lowe, there's a solid wall separating this side garden from the main estate. A bridge will only be lowered to connect the two once the banquet officially begins. Since you're already inside, I suggest you just wait. My hands are tied."

Without waiting for a response, he turned and practically bolted.

"Butler Warren..." Serena's face contorted, her expression turning ugly at the blatant rejection.

Isabella only half-understood the exchange. "Mom, what's wrong?"

Serena closed her eyes, her nails biting into her palms as she clenched her fists. "I refuse to accept this. Let's see if they really have the power to lock me out of the main estate forever."

*

Next to her, Vivienne looked as innocent and unformed as a freshly sprouted leaf. With a full-blown siren standing right there, no one was going to look twice at a tender little sprout.

Sienna admired her reflection in the mirror, clearly thrilled, but she was smart enough to play the gracious guest. She looked at Talia with wide, expectant eyes. "This dress must be incredibly expensive, Talia."

Talia smiled, fastening the 'Tears of the Siren' diamond necklace around the girl's throat. "It's nothing. Consider it a welcoming gift. My two daughters are still too young to pull this off anyway."

Talia had already heard the whispers in the Main Hall about Lara demanding to play a princess game. Girls this age thrived on vanity, and Sienna's little ambitions were transparent to a veteran like Talia. If the girl wanted to fight for the spotlight, Talia was more than happy to hand her the weapons.

Sienna looked genuinely overwhelmed. "I couldn't possibly keep this. It's too precious. I'll have it professionally cleaned and returned to you."

Talia shook her head. "A gown like this only ever has one owner. Besides, it's designed for a young girl. My days of wearing something like this are over."